Sliding Scale


Mentality shaky like an ancient mountain on a fault line slipping into the sea and the mountains don’t even speak to me anymore long neglectful of the dust that comprises their mass even when the shadows spill glorious on their umber cliff sides in low winter sun i am laid numb by the trisomy 13 and too premature and still-
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Lyrical Love: Starless


“Starless and bible-black” is a phrase the prog-rock band King Crimson borrowed from the Dylan Thomas play, Under Milk Wood. The song was written in 1974 by the band’s bassist, John Wetton, and appeared as the last track on the band’s last ever album, Red. Read More

My Life

Photography by Amaya Engleking

In 1984 I had colic but through 1993 the years were idyllic, running with wolves and kissing Jesus on the cheek. Watching the stars dance for me outside my bedroom window. When we moved from the sunshine when I was ten my hair slowly turned dark, and soon did everything else. 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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heavy

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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