It takes a rare, dispassionate intelligence to see the self from outside, a...– Jane Rule
In the streets everyday, walking people with running lives, people who I recognize quite easily - complex, scarred, courageous, funny, inadequate, but trying. Is that me? Is that you?
The Circular Coincidence
I am reading this great post-modern autobiographical fiction (an oxymoron, I know. We all know) written by French-Canadian author Clark Blaise called “I had a father”, who talks about his complicated and conflicting relationship with his father through descriptions of all those places he has been in his life, always chasing something more than what he hoped for. The book isn’t...
Love, please come my way
Dusty memories Long forgotten words Only spoken yesterday, Or was it a day or two ago Of all things fixed in the receding stones of time All I recall is the red and good wine And a passionate yearning For just that word you know, happiness, Feel effects of it Like the glorious sun On a silky ginger fall afternoon Like warm crusted pies tantalizing the front of your tongue Like...
Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all you know on earth, and all you need...– John Keats
The glamorization of militaristic nationalism in America mirrors European...