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Category Archives: Food for Thought
Essays along the margins
Thanks
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, …
Empty Tornado
"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 …
The Edges of Reason
My younger brother is a musician and mathematician, an adventurer whose inquiries lead him to landscapes most people would never dream existed, much less find themselves exploring them. It isn't enough to walk along planar geometries and simple proofs — that would be to walk in the Garden without admiring the flowers. The walk is …
Innocence
The moon poured its smiling face silver over the yard, and you moved your hand an inch, then another inch, then held my cool fingers in yours that were so warm.
Procession
A certain slant of light or the softness of the breeze tells you; the brightness of the birdsong tells you it is morning. Most of the world is waking now, refreshed, while the night shift yawns and paws its way to bed. The light turns green. The light turns red. The morning traffic pauses. As …
Speak, Memory
There is nothing in midnight but a fleck of ink on the otherwise empty face of the clock, or an electrical pulse which dis-integrates into a soft dash of light in an otherwise seamless river of life. We make the marks against which we measure our lives and call them time: they do not exist …
Dust
I looked into the mirror and found that the dust of time has softened the edges of old pains and blended the colors of old joys; as though every footstep were muffled somehow, walking through snow toward night, walking in the dust of an extinct volcano toward a summit. Everything had become quieter, from the …
Will you marry, Charlotte?
A moment arrives and a moment passes, water through your fingers. Beautiful water: touch a drop to your lips, your thirst is lessened; touch a drop to your eyes, they are cleared; touch a drop to your forehead, you are baptized; touch a drop to the soil, the flower grows. From the electric arc of …
It is now they need comfort
The body blossoms, loves, then gradually decays: the memory of beauty more painful perhaps than the reality of age.
Here to Be Here
A winter storm has covered our earth with snow, like the sands of a beach, but deposited by waves of wind; now the air temperature rises and sleet makes a slick glaze overall; now the sun is left behind as we spin toward the east, — whatever East is: we spin in the direction of …
A vida é uma dança
…atrás dos corpos e das mentes que nós vestimos, para ter algo tangível que podemos tocar… We spend so much time tied up within our thoughts and our bodies, we think This is It, I am here to avoid as much discomfort as I can, here to do what this skin tells me to do, …