BJ Ward: Christmas Eve
Along the cold streets, my townsfolk ignite
their faith. Each states that heaven’s gate’s a star
brighter than its neighbors. I’m in a car
with a coughing carburetor. Big night
for our Lord.
December 24, 2020 · 2 Comments
BJ Ward: First Thanksgiving
A chair was never emptier
than on the first Thanksgiving
after my father died.
November 26, 2020 · 5 Comments
