by Lane | Easter, Lent, Spiritual Practices, Stations of the Cross, Writing
In decades past, upon arriving home from my travels, I rushed to the photo-finishing shop, in a hurry to drop off undeveloped film, eager to see the snapshots of memories made. A few days later, I pushed the glass door open again as the cling-clang of the bell...
by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
Between This line And the next My thoughts burst forth Like fireworks Shimmering against The dark. Between This line And the next I may have strolled around the block Or down the lane. I may have stopped and chatted with a friend Over a cup of Earl Grey...
by Lane | Poetry, Writing
The final round Of editing Feels like That sprint When your lungs burn And your legs wobble And you can see the finish line, But are gasping for hope and energy. To undo What took so long to do Seems counterproductive. In fact, Such editing Adds a patina...
