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By Wendell Berry. Another gem. :)
By Wendell Berry. Another gem. :)
It's supposed to snow tomorrow, which will be one more incredible thing to be thankful for (and if it doesn't snow, well, that then will be something to be thankful for as well). One of... More »
I have fallen, recently, deeply in love with an ancient and odd literary form --the 'death poem,' or the 'Parting of Life Verses.' This one, by a woman named, Oroku, is from early in the... More »
The year’s doors open like those of language, toward the unknown. Last night you told me: tomorrow we shall have to think up signs, sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan on the double page of... More »
A friend of mine sent me a poem today. I needed, then, to read it; perhaps you do to. My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest; Every year the green ivy grows... More »
REST IN PEACE Thich Nhat Hanh I am a World Trade Center tower, standing tall in the clear blue sky, feeling a violent blow in my side, and I am a towering inferno of... More »
Beginners dedicated to the memory of Karen Silkwood and Eliot Gralla "From too much love of living, Hope and desire set free, Even the weariest river Winds somewhere to the sea --" But we have... More »