My father’s caregiver knows how to build bombs; “I’ve dealt with metal all my life. Metal is all around us,” he said as he picked up a teaspoon and waved it in the air to make his point. Yuri is a tall man with large feet. His...
Read MoreI was trained to be rational, examine facts, do experiments. I had no way to test whether souls are recycled in some ultimate frugality, conservation of energy, preferences, quirks. But now data pour in from unimpeachable...
Read MoreIt’s not so much a rejection of my body as a loosening of attraction and attachment, a kind of liquidity, a softening in the marrow, collagen loosening in the joints, more water swilling between molecules that used to...
Read MoreI prefer to think of my quirks and foibles, mistakes, gauche remarks and errors of judgment simply as ways I tested the world – a life-long experiment, gathering data that now, as I sidle towards senility, can be analyzed with...
Read More“Is this one Ringo?” my sister, twelve years old, asked our brother Keith, who was fourteen. She was holding out a glossy page from her Teen Talk magazine. “You’re so stupid,” Keith replied and slumped back against the blue...
Read MoreThat morning was made all the worse because it had snowed the night before. Flakes that fell slow and parallel to the ground, as if they were laying themselves down. Arriving with a shared intention. Maybe to give my young...
Read MoreWhat I want to tell you is that you are enough you do not have to do anything to be loved you do not have to perform or achieve or earn a merit badge this needs to be repeated over and over be who you are love what is before you...
Read MoreOut of steadfast sorrow you grin a gallant grin brave perfect a constellation just born in velvet sky you grin a generous grin dripping hidden honey nectar sweet delight sugars my eyes candies my open heart Out of woeful grief...
Read MoreJourneys wonderous journeys your essence holds portals steel tracks no compass can escape pine forests torn open by lightening salty oceans weathering storms Expedition after epic expedition I remember buoyant canoes butterflies...
Read MoreYou know how sometimes in the morning You definitely do not want to get up, and yet You do not want to lie in bed much more When you are no longer asleep? At such times, your mind may intrude, not Leaving you alone. “Unhappy”...
Read MoreDeep in the rainforest of Peru is the bridge in the picture here, arching high over the sweeping muddy surge of the Amazon, a way for pedestrians to cross the mighty torrent, a footbridge forged by live saplings bent from...
Read MoreEach Tuesday evening a few of us gather in a remote room at the rear of the empty church to learn and rehearse writing poetry. The red-haired lady arrives this week, her left hand cradling an ostrich-sized egg on a thick green...
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