Another ticking tocked When I get up, and the sun is yetstruggling to light a fireso that we may see a byJeff SteenSeptember 23, 2023
Sunning to do I spent an afternoon in the forest with some hard-won success byJeff SteenAugust 19, 2023
I turned to the Qu’ran I was put off by the spiritual words that came bolded and highlighted in my byJeff SteenAugust 12, 2023
PoetrySeptember 23, 2023 Another ticking tocked When I get up, and the sun is yetstruggling to light a fireso that we may see a byJeff Steen
PoetryAugust 19, 2023 Sunning to do I spent an afternoon in the forest with some hard-won success byJeff Steen
ReflectionAugust 12, 2023 I turned to the Qu’ran I was put off by the spiritual words that came bolded and highlighted in my byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 30, 2023 Writing a Poem with the Help of Billy Collins “Torture is a chocolate chip cookie” byJeff Steen
ReflectionJuly 23, 2023 O Sons and Daughters My faith wavers and my investment in church has dried up byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 20, 2023 Ireland Ireland, like the color green, is where I belong:new and old in one vaporous byJeff Steen
PoetryJuly 8, 2023 The Immovable We Do you ever tire of standing still and putting up with nature's endless shuffle? byJeff Steen
