River
There came a topline from a shuttered old hymnon a low windfrom nowhere this morning, and drizzledcool on the top of my head,that broughtsharp sweet chill to my bearing:When peace like a river attendeth my way. . .Forgetreligion andlie downsoftly on the word. If I were ateacher 

Allan's Best Tweets for the Week
1. Destiny isn’t drafted, but revealed.2. We are responsible for our actions, but not results. Results lie with Destiny.3. Life is a mystery. You are here. Why? Contemplate the miracle of your own birth. You had nothing to with it.4. This barren, fallow time—the nothingness! Go with it. Stay with it. Something good is afoot.5. Seemingly arbitrarily, my parents gave me my name. Allan means harmony. This pleases me. What does your name m

Havel
Look at that plain-faced man withhis prim rep tie and pointy collar.O, how I loved his astonishmentwhen I flew right out of the wallof this building a tad above eye level—woke him out of his plain-faced stuporjust before he turned the corner andnearly knocked over the little ladywith the walker.You see, I’m a brick,yeah, that’s it, just a plain-faced

Allan's Best Tweets for the Week
1. Many of us are like fine old furniture that’s been painted over.2. Be the best, they say! Best at what? Best to whom? Best for how long? Best for sure?3. Open ‘n lopin, that’s the way!4. I like the poetry of anybody because they have the courage to put it out. I wonder what poetry is. What is it? You tell me!

Messenger
Behold that old sink in a small enterprise, hardly a centerpiece effort, but still taking up space in a corner of the warehouse.A wire soap dish hangs from the faucet and a ragged gray towel has its place dangling from a rusty rack at the sink’s side, and the faucet drips.Do we talk about the faucet presenting itself as a still-life scene, or the drip or just the sink—as its own story? I say all—for a time.