WRITING THE HEART

Or righting, the heart — well written. A decade ago, when my youngest brother was killed, the idea of working in, working round and walking into the grief was done with writing. That time, every day, the journal working into the impressions of my feeling —...

COURAGE AND THE HEART

COURAGE AND THE HEART Thinking about the heart, talking to my mother — we were talking about the idea of courage. There are people that seem to have extraordinary courage in facing the challenges that cloud around them — yet somehow, they go ahead, step by...

THE SIGN TO THE CENTER OF THE WORLD

THE SIGN TO THE CENTER OF THE WORLD I know this way, walking in a certain path, down a certain street — following a line that’s been scribed for 50 years — that at just the right time, I will find a sign that reaches to the center of the world. It is...

THE BOOK OF THE ANGLES

I found a book, turning the pages there was a guide, and that was the collection of all the angles in the universe. As I turn the pages, the book opens out, and even in the dimensionality of the turning, the book becomes a sphere — and the circle of the angles...

WALKING THE SKY WAY

In Portland, last night, I could see the glimmer of the moon, fullish — hidden in the mists of the late sky; there were no stars to be seen — except straight up, in the darkest part of the arc of misted blackness. I was thinking about the moon, her...