Two Letters And A Greasy Burger Bag

It was early morning, July 17th 1978. I had just been told by a state police officer to get off the interstate. No hitch hiking allowed. Out of options, I walked a mile on a service road, hopped the fence, and stood on the gravel berm holding out my thumb. I had never prayed in…

Candlewicks

Light will close its eyes today, And children like candlewicks Burned too low, will cease their play Crawl on hands and knees, Stretch arms and beg….’please;’ Up, up upon a chair, To be hugged at daddy’s side. Angels who creep on tiptoe Silently clamor for a peek, Stumble and laugh, filling empty spaces; Gently brush…