The only magic I have ever done…wasn’t a love potion or turning something into gold. It had nothing to do with bedknobs or carpet bags.The only magic I have done that matters was at my father’s deathbed. 3am phone voiceRead more…
Horse and Rider
Horse and rider jump into the race disappearing together into everything right there, in plain sight – in front of all of us who struggle and doubt, unbelievable things are surging back and forth restless with their magnificence. Grab theRead more…
Horse
Horse and rider jump – into traffic into water in between the lanes disappearing into everything right there in front of all of us who live and doubt God is surging back and forth restive with his magnificence between yourRead more…
Come to Hiroshima by Ron Hertz
Come to Hiroshima to those who with no shame condone annihilation of whole cities or nations please come to Hiroshima come in early August when the heat is worst make sure you’re there on the sixth when the sweat runningRead more…
Constant Noise
The Tao asks: How can you live with the constant noise of traffic? What kind of question is that? Have you ever been in an uncharted cave, say, or in a simple blond A frame in the crotch of theRead more…
The One Thing You Must Do – Rumi
There is one thing in this world you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there’s nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have doneRead more…
Advice for Overachievers (from Icarus)
When flying the wings do not hold up the sky They push on the fallen shadow until it becomes small and the earth curves A delicious hanging from heaven. How else could it work?
Only
Only while doing do we grasp you Just in the labor of our hands you take shape Thoughts are ghosts driving us out of the glorious world. Each mind is fabricating itself We feel the edge when the scissors fallRead more…
On Fire
I wonder if they pack the wicker ribs of the burning man with Persephone’s gems, sweet, sweating, burning, bursting as the fire comes. Like even the black tarmack does when Pele’s blood creeps, unstoppable intensity, to the sea. Everything isRead more…
For the first time
for the first time with night falling with a dead thank-you on the ground, its feet still kicking my lips, it hits me like hot wind from the late train. I do have faith. Long-abandoned under hot classroom lights, pinnedRead more…