Rosaly DeMaios Roffman: When Christina Called
And when he was little and screamed
because the circus in town was rained out
she then told him to wait–to please wait–
that old issue of trust in the steady gods
Paul Christensen: Where Summer Ends
My village lies there in all its stony composure under the first thunderstorm of fall. It meant cold weather was coming, creeping in like a procession of ghosts under the rumbling sky.
Peter Makuck: Triggers
That look on his face. After all these years, I’d love to punch him again.
Michael Simms: Meconium
it is sacred, the way
soil clinging to the seed
of a new shoot
pushing out of the earth
is sacred
Video: The Seeker
A lyrical portrait of an excommunicated Amish woodworker struggling with spirituality, poverty, and life as an outcast from his strict, insular community.
Thomas W. Fraser: Overcoming Martin Luther King Jr.’s ‘three evils of society’
We can still bend the arc of history through a ceaseless pursuit of beloved community.
Susan Kelly-DeWitt: Autumnal Equinox
It seemed like
everyone I knew had something
precious to give away
Carl Jung: The Rainmaker
There was a drought in a village in China. They sent for a rainmaker who was known to live in the farthest corner of the country, far away.
Haya El-Refai: Laya’s first Eid
When war comes, it steals everything: souls, memories, homes, happiness, love and safety. Instead, it brings fear, blood, death, darkness and terror.
Lindsey Royce: Purification And All That Fuckery
My hovel, my mess—surfaces like baseball mounds, my pubic mound—books papers piled, my checkbook math, an epic fail—cleanliness, godliness—washing the carpet, the body—a good Catholic girl I was scared of … Continue reading
Video: Astronaut Leland Melvin Reads Pablo Neruda’s Love Letter to Earth’s Forests
Anyone who hasn’t been in the Chilean forest doesn’t know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.
Percy Bysshe Shelley: Love’s Philosophy
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
Lara Harb: The meaning of cowardly dogs and other puzzles of Arabic poetry
The evocation of wonder was the main goal of classical Arabic poetry.
Paul Christensen: Late Summer
Time holds everything in its ghostly hands, like someone touching the hot wine glasses on a merchant’s table.
