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Poems Arch Across a Wet Sky

  The Walk Each step a word Each toe a pupil Each pilgrim a sapling Big toes flex, then probe, and grab Groping over earthflesh. Callouses reach blindly for a vista of mountains. Underfoot The arch tenderly curves around a root Prayer is never stagnant Grace...

Guancascos in Honduras

In Honduras I pick up bits of the culture. I eat an empanada, and the memory is stored on my tongue. I see a boy riding bareback downhill to the bridge, and my calf muscles contract as if trotting along. I’m amazed at the bromeliads growing like spikey lily...

El Cristo Negro de Eschipulas

The terrain going southeast from Chiquimula is a mix of chaparral with valleys of cultivated fields. Guatemalans here dress in western style, with a Butch Cassidy swing. The harvest is good here with melons, watermelons, fruit trees, honey, and ofcourse lots of maize....

AVP cradled by the Ipala Volcano

The workshop of AVP glided into the lives of Magdalena, Marco and Eunice like a stream of clear water in the dessert. I want to share here with you the thrill of an AVP (Alternatives to Violence) workshop, held at a Quaker school, with 16 Guatemalans and one Bostonian...

Psalms for a New Palestine

I. The pool of Bethesda is dry; Apartment buildings tower above the gap in the Old City; Mourning doves eat refuse on the Tower of David. Pilgrims, stop your wandering. Scholars, stop your scrutiny. Children, stop your spinning wheels. Underneath the walls of Herod a...