Climate Change

I want to awake at dawn

And with the finality of the seventh day, say:

“It’s done.”

(Or better yet) have no memory of that

Long night.

I want the culprits of sex-traffic to awake

Beating their own breasts

Compassion like filial love pours forth like

Virgin blood. Read More

Prayers Needed


This is not life-threatening, but my family and I are lost right now, with very little energy to find our way. Please warriors, brothers and sisters, pilgrim church, anyone who has ears to hear, we just ask for a moment of the kind of kindness we learned in heaven to be directed toward a family in need. Thank you.

Amaya Engleking

God’s Fault

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Painting by Pavel Guzenko

What system are you going to fabricate tonight?

A clear way to discern black from white?

In which all spoken intuitive fiction

Can become, once and for all, conviction?

Or will it be a new solar one

In which bodies of mystical mass

‘Circle’ a serene and older sun Read More

Top Annie Proulx Similes and Metaphors 

Photo by Quentin Jones

 

One of the greatest contemporary authors of American literature once described a character’s storytelling as being able to “make you smell the smoke from an unlit fire.”  After having reread Annie Proulx’s oeuvre, I attribute this compliment to the Pulitzer Prize winning fiction writer herself.  Here is a list of Proulx’s top similes and metaphors, compiled from four volumes of short stories and five novels (in chronological order.  If I’ve missed some of your favorites, I’d love to hear from you.) Enjoy!

From Heart Songs and Other Stories (1988)

1. “Stong’s eyes shone like those of a greedy barn cat who has learned to fry mice in butter.” from ‘On the Antler’

2. “Earl was paying Santee three hundred dollars a week and he hadn’t shot a single bird.  ‘How’s about this?’ said Santee, feeling more and more like a cheating old whore every time they went [hunting].” from ‘The Unclouded Day’

3. “Santee had not heard shooting birds was that hard, but he knew Earl was no good; he had the reflexes of a snowman.” from ‘The Unclouded Day’

Painting by Cheri Wollenberg

4. “‘She’s Archie Noury’s wife.  Rose Noury.  Left Archie, come to live with Warren.  For how long, who knows?  What I call leaving the frying pan for the fire.’” from ‘A Country Killing’ Read More

Swirling Orb

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‘God’s voice don’t get you too far’

what they say at and below the bar,

nourishing our suckling wide-eyed star

that should awake to one more day

if the canyon bends to what we prayed

despite what the river carved and God hath made: Read More