Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

  When I heard a bird this morning I didn’t make his song an idea   Emptily I watch ice cubes melt in orchid pots— I am all of...

It’s a lonely life— pitiless geometry of downtown buildings He makes his boss rich and pays his landlord’s mortgage—...

Riot of birdsong in the blush of morning dusk— you want me to work? Man walking alone in a tanktop in winter le...

If this is one of those troublesome days when you can’t see the Jesus in people, say “Everybody’s okay to be a face ...