Therefore, Root of any map I asked the world For eyes To feed its heart As’s mine And mind Came to me a trance Like a dance Of seer past…
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You’re sorry to hear that Dan’s bird Glen died last week. Lately you’ve been wondering about bird life spans. Your friend mentioned something called “blue zones” over dinner, how humans…
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I was 17 when I first heard Liz Phair in the backseat of a boy’s car with my much cooler best friend. We were aimlessly driving around when the boy…
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Four Quartets: Poetry in the Pandemic Edited by Kristina Marie Darling & Jeffrey Levine Tupelo Press, November 2020 Bookshop / Amazon 296 pages – poetry anthology Four Quartets: Poetry…
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We save lives. Writing comes from a more mysterious place than any of us have words to describe. The ability to craft words that land across space and time into…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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* * * Before Desire When we were pelicans we lived in the air and the sea, dipping to catch fish for each other. Flight was nothing special. We cleaned…
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It is the tenth anniversary of my husband Kevin’s death. Each year, I acknowledge the date by posting memories and updates along with a link to a favorite song. There…
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Image Credit: God’s Acre at Old Salem, Winston-Salem, NC by Brandy Reeves I left my job more than three years ago. It was not a particularly good job, but…
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By then, of course, we’d done plenty in the name of ritual—our word, however off-target, for love. Ah, rushlit December, lamb shanks with the garden mint, heads bowed, may…
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Arda & The Stolen Moon crafts a timeless tasteful splendor on the triumphant “Outsider in Perpetual Motion”. Quite a gifted storyteller, the lyrics rest front and center of the entire…
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* * * envy Bird atop a flagpole___soared— mind skewered on spinal cord. * * * It’s no secret that his name is Ken Goodman, but (when ecstatic meditation…
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Image Credit: rainbow mural by liturgical artist Diane Brandt 1. It had been only two months since Brother Oakley had told me I was cursed, and I was…
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Karl McCann radiates a warm intimacy on the soulful “Vera Claims The Cosmos”. With lyrics that have a true sense of life there is a unique beauty to be found.…
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