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?
Even in such a divided and troubled country, there is hope. Between us we can beat the climate destroyers.
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.
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…
Sometimes it’s painful to watch a group of poets trying to work a room as if they were politicians. The AWP conference, as the wag put it, is comprised of 15,000 introverts pretending to be extroverts.
Sophomore is fangirling out. He loves these boys in their three piece suits…
We are in a deep spiritual crisis that can’t be relieved by politics, or philosophy.
I broke into tears before the great abbey door because the lament of the elements had overwhelmed my heart.
We believe in wars. We may no longer believe in formal declarations of war (not since December 1941 has Congress made one in our name), but that sure hasn’t stopped us from waging them.
My buddy Yolanta invited me over to Park Café to listen to this wizard on the piano, a 17-yr old skinny fellow. I cannot tell you how thin this character was or, for that matter, how long and tapered his fingers and what a master he was at the ivories.
Many of the issues people have had with Keillor’s behavior through the years may have been caused by his autism.
At night, the trees bend hard. The crows are awake, chattering their secret language in the darkness.
So beneficial is exposure to the natural world that a new global movement has arisen to declare access to nature a human right.
He went out. Into the ocean’s black maw. To save. To rescue. Didn’t, as they say, come back. Death is funny like that, precise, dissolute.