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Marco North: The Stairs

Downstairs, there is a pile of kopeks next to the garbage bins. A ruble is far less than a penny, and there are one hundred kopeks to every ruble…. The kopeks are not there to be thrown away. They are for someone who actually needs them. Three hundred of them would buy a potato or two.

October 20, 2019 · Leave a comment

Robin Wall Kimmerer: I close my eyes and listen to the voices of the rain

Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy.

October 14, 2019 · Leave a comment

Paul Christensen: Ghosts and Memories

It’s the place where the dead are sleeping, barely breathing in the moist black earth along the creek. They will rise when the time comes, and ask the living for a candle, perhaps a dish with a cookie on it.

October 13, 2019 · 1 Comment

Frida Berrigan: Trumping the Future

The skies, the mesas, the old growth forests, the seas, and everything else, all the richness, beauty, diversity of our ecosystem doesn’t belong in Donald Trump’s wallet. It’s ours, not his. It belongs to all of us — and none of us — at the same time. That means our job, above all, is to protect it and so our children, all of them!

October 8, 2019 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Writers Block

Fenster McGraw is crawling out the back window of his lover’s house and stumbling into the alley pulling up his pants, and is spotted by the ever vigilant widow Winnie Wildwood with her nineteenth century naval spyglass who’s had her suspicions about that Wilson woman anyhow

October 1, 2019 · 1 Comment

Andrew J. Bacevich: Reflections on “Peace” in Afghanistan

However great my distaste for President Trump, I support his administration’s efforts to extricate the United States from Afghanistan….Prolonging this folly any longer does not serve U.S. interests. Rule number one of statecraft ought to be: when you’re doing something really stupid, stop.

September 16, 2019 · Leave a comment

Paul Christensen: Nutshells

The inside of a nutshell is chambered like the heart, with little ridges and flanges where the nut grew and prepared itself for falling into the waiting earth. That’s what I smell when I hold up a nutshell to my nose. It is the odor of anticipation, the willingness to be sacrificed to the sharp teeth of an animal worrying the shell until it breaks.

September 15, 2019 · Leave a comment

Tamara MacLeod: Lolita understood that some sex is transactional. So did I.

It is perfectly consistent to be deeply critical of the economic and gender inequalities that give rise to sex work, and still advocate for sex workers. The way to deal with cognitive dissonance is to tilt your head a little.

September 12, 2019 · 1 Comment

Paul Christensen: Summer’s End

Summer is like old gold, dark with age. You feel its strength become mellow and pliable in the soft breezes. There is wisdom in the heat that still simmers along the edges of noon, as if it were trying to tell us that illness or aging are as natural as drawing breath.

September 8, 2019 · 1 Comment

Chuck Taylor: Cutting

At first, I had no idea why the dogs were in the cages. I heard stories that the dogs were picked up running loose at night through many neighborhoods and delivered in old trucks to the hospital at night. I could tell that many of these dogs had been pets.

September 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sarah Chavez: The Story of Death Is the Story of Women

It is clear that our society’s current denial of death is not working. What would our culture look like if we instead met the most mysterious, painful, and transformational aspect of our lives with compassion and clarity?

September 5, 2019 · 3 Comments

Rebecca Solnit: Welcome to the US, Greta. With Your Help We Can Save the Planet and Ourselves

Even in such a divided and troubled country, there is hope. Between us we can beat the climate destroyers.

September 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

Abby Zimet: Good Job, Little Man

Before plunging into the grim cauldron that is this week’s news about the ravaging of democracy, decency and our precious, fragile, singular planet, here’s a picture of a small good thing.

August 29, 2019 · 1 Comment

Adrie Kusserow: Mismatch in the Modern West

Still, no one loves humans more than I do. How beautiful we are, at night calling to each other like owls, our loneliness barely masked, barely voweled into sound, the past calling to us like hungry ghosts…

August 26, 2019 · 7 Comments

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