A VOICE ON THE ROAD

Land & Soul A quilt This patchwork land This patchwork soul Row after row Of corn husks and fig trees Step after step Of yearning and...

My Aunt Sheila loves angels. She keeps them all around her -- hanging from rearview mirrors, on her lapel, around her neck, dangling from...

Awake My Heart My heart Awake Is fresh and white Fine and crisp like linen Unfurled across an old oak table At the table It waits To be...

There are only two words universal to This Road. They're Spanish, of course, but used by all pilgrims, no matter what country they come...

Perfectly played The symphony begins with the wind Howling its single low tone As if pulled long across a bass violin. Everywhere leaves...

We walked 15 miles today. I daydreamed most the way about a comfortable cushy bed just like that hotel in Pamplona. And a leisurely soak...

Josip's English is impeccable. He comes from Croatia, but stayed for a year in New York City a long time ago. In fact, he speaks five...

Up Upward The road ascends Up, up, Not steep Just up enough That looking down The harvested fields Appear as an exquisite Grandmothers'...

I met a couple from England today. We were huffing up a rocky hill together, the sun beating down, despite it being mid-October. They...

Your friend Remember When I told you About this road I wanted to walk Because I read somewhere It’s a good place to search for God If...

The Running of the Bulls I read that Pamplona is Where Hemingway despaired Into his icy vermouth deep into the night But found, to his...

Before beginning I thought I’d walk 500 miles In the direction of a dead saint I don’t actually believe in Along a Pagan path toward...

What follows is my experience on the Camino de Santiago, an ancient pilgrim path that runs 500 miles across Northern Spain. Like most...