" Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's …
A walk through the Boston Common in the fall of 2005. Our nation was still numbed and dumbed into the facile acceptance of a war that was not a war; a police action where no one managed the police; an act of mercy where there was no mercy. The only way to follow such a …
… and so all follows water’s path, from cloud to peak, from heights to valleys, from valleys to the sea; follows through channels that life itself creates, in currents at times quickened at times slowed by degrees of its descent. The selfsame wave that rises, falls; the selfsame lightning separating droplet from the whole, sees …
Today unlike other Thanksgiving holidays I find myself alone. The day began in silence, shrouded in fog from the eastern seaboard; it passed quietly in a town whose shopdoors shut tightly against profit and house doors opened wide in favor of family; and ended in fog from the eastern seaboard, backlit in a dusty red, …
"I feel like an empty tornado inside with nothing to tornado about and then it starts to rain on my tornado and it rains for years…" ~ Isabela, age 10 Yesterday – or was it the day before? – winds from Alberta met winds from the Gulf, somewhere over the plains, at the heart of …
By heaven and the night star! And what shall teach thee which is the night star? The piercing star. Over every soul there is a watcher… We find ourselves through an effort of discovery. That we are all born into this life, with years of uncovering to follow, is simple, and fact. The events in …