Ingots of Silence
From some foreign mental refinery melted and molded bricks of stuff fall into our hands out past iron doors glowing radiant of light and heat…
From some foreign mental refinery melted and molded bricks of stuff fall into our hands out past iron doors glowing radiant of light and heat…
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"
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"
The Dog Star 