I want to remember this day. I want to remember this bedhead in bright red with dark roots and makeupless face and wearing all of my spring ...

They seem to appear from the canvas, with searching eyes, somehow manifesting from the drips and smears; a soul of their own doing. Brou...

Today I saw the sky open up after the clouds rolled in, and God shed tears once more upon the Dogwood tree that stood by itself in the...