Tag Archives: Edward A. Dougherty

Self-Portrait, as a Watercourse

Not a teacher, not married, twenty years ago —was I this person I am now? At Mass in those days, the Creed’s words filled my mouth and like parakeets flew happily out. My heart was in it. In those days, … Continue reading

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Through the Reeds

The ferryman says he’ll take us through the reeds, as if he knew the way. He shrugs when asked. We drive through currents and canyons, glaciers, fog, the song of a wren. Turns out, it’s a journey through time itself, … Continue reading

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