Dry Bones
If it seems we’re wandering, we are. Just passed the last gas station (it reminded us) this side of the mountains. There’s too much scenery to…
If it seems we’re wandering, we are. Just passed the last gas station (it reminded us) this side of the mountains. There’s too much scenery to…
Rounded on itself in abstraction, heavy with official sanction, honest as George Washington the virtuous slave owner whose image is on its front, the image of…
Leaf Blower Season Leaf blower season is largely clean-upafter spring optimism and summer excessleaves have changed colors, come down to usout of their green heights, waving,…
He’s been at it long enough to have become the service alone on a caged court standing a few steps outside one baseline next to a…
Admittedly arbitrary, they show usif we’ve arrived or failed toagreed on by entering a race. Don’t recall signing up?With each breath we draw we re-uphearing it…
Trees wear seasons as we doa row of maples along a fencewatching and learning what each season allowsgoing with it, spending or withdrawingas in these October…
A chemistry set in a yellow wooden boxwith a book of experimentswaiting or seeming to waitin a basement room in a childhood hometo be explored waiting…
Yeah, yeah, we know we must practicepatience, understanding, compassionor our lives will remain mostly suffering we’ve listened, partly heard the wisewho say so. We’ve even tried…
Sitting on a log at the beachwaves coming at us their long armshands fingers indistinctsubtly shifting between literal and metaphoric wave-sound seabird-sound tracking each otherscrambled before…
(after William Bronk) Where dreams coalesce toward wakingbody parts or a disassembled mannikinlitter the floor mocking ussaying, we don’t need your witnessthe floor or its ground…
being and becoming
New Writing Engaging with the Sacred
my weekly diary for my friends
Essential poems for hard times
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the look, feel, and stuff of the Dharma
Quarterly poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction
Philosophical reading, thinking, writing
A Writer’s Journey
Dr. Bruce Tallman's reflections on spirituality
True Emptiness, Wondrous Being
Comparative literature about Poetry
Writings of a Christian Mystic
Founded 2015
"The face is a living presence; it is expression...The face speaks"
being and becoming
New Writing Engaging with the Sacred
my weekly diary for my friends
Essential poems for hard times
read deep, breathe easy
the look, feel, and stuff of the Dharma
Quarterly poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction
Philosophical reading, thinking, writing
A Writer’s Journey
Dr. Bruce Tallman's reflections on spirituality
True Emptiness, Wondrous Being
Comparative literature about Poetry
Writings of a Christian Mystic
Founded 2015
"The face is a living presence; it is expression...The face speaks"