easter – David J. Bauman

Of My Mother, and of Life, Thirty Years Later

It’s Mother’s Day, and a young poet friend has been three days without his mother. She died suddenly and unexpectedly in her sleep. What can one say, except, “Friend, you are not alone?” I’m thankful that he has many friends and family to look out for him. Eventually, it is my hope, he will feel…

Napowrimo Easter Poem

Running a bit late wit this! Yikes, I should be caught up shortly. I hope your Easter was as peaceful as it should be. Egg Versus Cross The Calvanist is hard on the Easter egg– “Fickle colored distraction, keeping children happily numb to sin and terrors of crucifixion.” But if the stories are true, Friday…