brittle branches by Dwight J. Friesen bunches of brittle branches felled – by sea gale and a large toothed saw no life no sap no flex no growth blocking sun cut – pile – burn it takes so little to
A Gift by Denise Levertov Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of your hands, songbird eggs that can still hatch if
City Psalm by Denise Levertov The killings continue, each second pain and misfortune extend themselves in the genetic chain, injustice is done knowingly, and the air bears the dust of decayed hopes, yet breathing those fumes, walking the thronged pavements
Saddened to learn of the death of Ernie Coombs, forever known to me as Mr. Dressup. Ernie Coombs died on September 18, 2001 after suffering a stroke a few days earlier. I suppose Mr. Dressup was Canada’s Mr. Rogers, and
I woke up to the news and the images of the airplanes being flown into the towers, and I haven’t been able to turn off the TV. I have no words… feeling shock, fear, horror, grief, disbelief, confused… bracing for
Go to the Limits of Your Longing by Rainer Maria Rilke God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out
I don’t recall when or where I was first introduced to the music of Claude Debussy, it was probably TV or film, but I do remember the first recording I purchased was when I was in high school. A cassette
Part of what I will remember about 2000 was the implosion of Seattle’s Kingdome. Its amazing to me that those things that seem so solid can be gone so quickly. A form of impermanence… I have survived longer than this
I just saw the documentary, This is What Democracy Looks Like, I posted the trailer above. The film is a look at last year’s protests in Seattle responding to the international gathering of the World Trade Organization Summit. That was
This is to Mother You by Sinéad O’Connor This is to mother you To comfort you and get you through Through when your nights are lonely Through when your dreams are only blue This is to mother you This is
GLOBAL REQUIEM: THE APOCALYPTIC MOMENT IN RELIGION, SCIENCE, AND ART by Jack Miles Humans might become extinct sooner than anyone imagines. Think of the prospect as an opportunity for spiritual and artistic growth. JACK MILES is Senior Advisor to the
