Sydney Lea: A Busy Life
I’m an old man now, and I do acknowledge a certain kind of pointlessness, namely my occasionally fervent striving to decode my life’s “meaning,” and even the world’s. In saner moments, I can actually consider the futility of such an endeavor a relief and a blessing.
January 24, 2026 · 16 Comments
Timons Esaias: No Boat
There is no boat there
on Ararat’s strong shoulders.
Ignore the astronaut
and take my word.
There is no boat there
and no trees, either.
November 16, 2025 · 15 Comments
Barbara Edelman: Lot’s Wife
And now I look back
to see that recognition,
that love,
was the lesson I took
May 21, 2023 · 2 Comments
