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Remnants in Place

A shuffling sound half-heard almost asleep, remnants of a dream mobile shadows sliding away almost tactile hints of past desires the Real teasing us from just…

Enough Is

an old saw played with a bow an hour in Sedro-Woolley three drowned olives, a scone, and the left hand of God “O what a rogue…

The Waves

they come at us not quite together like lines in a poem we’ve never read or have forgotten like most of what happens to us they’re…

January House Literary Journal

Poetry | Art | Prose

V E R S E and I M A G E

being and becoming

Amethyst Review

New Writing Engaging with the Sacred

BILL'S BLOG

my weekly diary for my friends

Lifesaving Poems

Essential poems for hard times

The Dewdrop

read deep, breathe easy

Nyohō Zen

the look, feel, and stuff of the Dharma

Halfway Down the Stairs

Quarterly poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction

humanfactor

Philosophical reading, thinking, writing

The Flummoxed

A Writer’s Journey

Intelligent Christian Spirituality

Dr. Bruce Tallman's reflections on spirituality

The Kyoto School of Philosophy

True Emptiness, Wondrous Being

Litwit

Comparative literature about Poetry

The Value of Sparrows

Writings of a Christian Mystic

Emmanuel Levinas

"The face is a living presence; it is expression...The face speaks"

January House Literary Journal

Poetry | Art | Prose

V E R S E and I M A G E

being and becoming

Amethyst Review

New Writing Engaging with the Sacred

BILL'S BLOG

my weekly diary for my friends

Lifesaving Poems

Essential poems for hard times

The Dewdrop

read deep, breathe easy

Nyohō Zen

the look, feel, and stuff of the Dharma

Halfway Down the Stairs

Quarterly poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction

humanfactor

Philosophical reading, thinking, writing

The Flummoxed

A Writer’s Journey

Intelligent Christian Spirituality

Dr. Bruce Tallman's reflections on spirituality

The Kyoto School of Philosophy

True Emptiness, Wondrous Being

Litwit

Comparative literature about Poetry

The Value of Sparrows

Writings of a Christian Mystic

Emmanuel Levinas

"The face is a living presence; it is expression...The face speaks"