Darryl WillisinScritturaThe Thirteenth YearTo call it fuliginous would not capture the blackness of this day. The thirteenth year is no different than the twelve preceding; the…Nov 6, 20231Nov 6, 20231
Darryl WillisinHallow LiteraryToo Old To CareTo say the old no longer care, oversimplifies. The smells, musty-sweet like death, linger in our clothes and we can’t help but feel…Jul 23, 2023Jul 23, 2023
Darryl WillisinScritturaPlane PoemThirty-thousand feet: enough to clear the jagged Sierra Nevada — but not enough to rise above this ringing in my ears. I’ve learned some…Jul 23, 20232Jul 23, 20232
Darryl WillisinHallow Literarycontrolled burnwhen I was sixteen my brother and I managed to burn down twenty acres of pine in a day it was not our intent our controlled burn went out…Jan 17, 20231Jan 17, 20231
Darryl WillisThe Angels’ CandleSermon Manuscript for The Fourth Sunday of Advent (December 18, 2022)Dec 21, 2022Dec 21, 2022
Darryl WillisinHallow LiteraryThe Angels’ CandleWhat a surprise to discover a shameless God, wholly other — who does the unthinkable, irresponsible, the foolish and impossible: to…Dec 3, 20221Dec 3, 20221
Darryl WillisinLiterally LiteraryThey Only Come Out At NightThey only come out at night when libations pour and spirits dance across the tongue like fire raging on the steppes. Visions blur, sounds…Sep 4, 20221Sep 4, 20221