Goalkeeper 


How can you defend your home if you leave it? At some point you have to realize that the battle you are fighting has long ceased to be Read More

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Lucky

Four 4-leaf clovers I found in the backyard today. Photography by Amaya Engleking

Actually I don’t think luck has anything to do with it. Seek and Ye shall find…

Newborn

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Photography by Melissa Landres

Baneful acts to free will bullet-hole the planet like an inanimate target; yet I still believe in the miracle of birth, how a newborn baby can bring joy like little else we humans can experience in this existence. How when one looks into a pair of eyes still swirling with creation, Read More

Lyrical Love: Brothers in Arms

Painting by Stuart Brown

 

I wish I could remember the first time hearing this month’s pick, ‘Brothers in Arms’ written by Mark Knopfler and released by his band Dire Straits in 1985. Every time I listen to the song (certainly among my top ten all-time favorites) which is essentially a timeless plea to end all war, I get the chills and most of the time I cry too. I long to hold that faded memory for what that moment has done in my life, helping me along to seek and recognize truth in a world that increasingly decries the necessity of “just war.” Read More

Heavy

I’m of the school where we are meant to feel the chaos of the cosmos, the “collapsing of stars,” and the funereal aspects of life, deep in the fibers of our muscles. And, it is both a terrifying and a redeeming mission. Hear this:

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And it’s all so heavy. Burden of mine embedded. It sticks like a low spring evening in Georgia, suffocating, full of old ghosts and drab speech. There’s cheese-wire cutting through my muscles, fire ants in my bones. Worms eating my guts, spiders behind my eyes. Noises so loud it is the earth sundering, no, the collapsing of a star. Heavy. My heart is on fire and my mind blanketed by winter snow. I have been crucified but unlike the saviour, I cannot die. Moving into a half-waking stupor. I engage in the act of living, but it is a poor performance. I am a MUFON case file, unexplained enigmas, Marfa lights. If you want to know what pain is, look my way. I know what pain is for pain is me. So blind from the light that I cannot see. Funny thing about pain, it is an invisible, sly demon…

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Lyrical Love: My Madrigal

Photography by Lenny Kaye

Iconic rocker/poet Patti Smith wrote the song ‘My Madrigal’ after losing her husband, Fred “Sonic” Smith, to heart failure. It begins with a sad, simple piano intro, soon accompanied by long arco cello notes and Patti’s heartbreaking voice, “We waltzed beneath motionless skies, all heaven’s glory turned in your eyes.” Read More