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Shoveling Snow with Buddha

January 27, 2015

Shoveling Snow With Buddha   In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, tossing the dry snow over a mountain of his bare, round shoulder, his hair tied in a knot, a model of concentration. Sitting is more his speed, if that is […]

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Molly reads Miracles

December 10, 2014

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Happy Thanksgiving

November 26, 2014

I’m thankful for this poem. Minnesota Thanksgiving For that free Grace bringing us past great risks & thro’ great griefs surviving to this feast sober & still, with the children unborn and born, among brave friends, Lord, we stand again in debt and find ourselves in the glad position: Gratitude. We praise our ancestors who […]

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Forbidden Fictions

June 24, 2014

First published one year ago in The Public Humanist… My husband is teaching a class called “Forbidden Fictions” this summer, to a self-selected group of high school almost-seniors. One of his first thoughts: “This might be the only opportunity I ever get to teach Lolita to high school students.” He reread the book with far more discomfort […]

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Sorting the Books, part 1

May 29, 2014

First published a year ago in The Public Humanist. Wonder where we are today? It’s that time again. If you read, if you have a weakness for shiny stacks of paperbacks in airports, or the carousel of sale books at the library—they’re only a dollar!—then you know what happens. You stack a few sideways in […]

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Falling into poetry from fiction, one year on…

April 24, 2014

This piece was published one year ago in The Public Humanist: It’s National Poetry Month, and while we could drink our way through an entire month of pure poetic delight without the well ever running dry, we (whisper) might not want to stop reading stories. Or, we might feel more at ease reading stories. Poems […]

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God says yes to me

January 10, 2014

God says yes to me I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said it sure is I asked her if I could wear nail polish or not wear nail polish and she said honey she calls […]

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January First

January 1, 2014

January First – Octavio Paz   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 day and paper. Tomorrow, we shall have to invent, once more, the reality of […]

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Thanks, Neil, you made my day

November 27, 2013

Found and borrowed from here, while trying to find this quote, paraphrased here, from James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man: “I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my […]

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Kindness

November 14, 2013

Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. […]

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