2 years ago with 2 comments
my lover’s face disturbs the light his cheek is dark his eyes are bright outside, a sparrow leaves the tree his passage casts a shade on me so all things pass from place to place and, passing, cast a shaft of grace that serves to make their passing good; thus all of space is understood.   Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash

3 Games

6 years ago with 2 comments
And now for something completely different. Have I never told you about the Grackle? Of course I’ve told you about the Grackle. The Grub Street Grackle is a literary magazine produced by the man below. He’s shrouded in mystery, but you can see him behind the mystery: The Grackle, as you can imagine, was meta before meta was cool. It recently got reborn, after a successful ...

Spiritual Windowshoppers

7 years ago with 2 comments
This is a poem by Rumi. I was going to stick it in the comments of my last post, in reply to Alex, who says “so many martial arts options, so hard to choose.” But it’s wonderful, so here it is for everybody. Spiritual Windowshoppers These spiritual windowshoppers, who idly ask, “How much is that?” Oh, I’m just looking. They handle a hundred items and put ...

Matilda Syndrome

7 years ago with 33 comments
When I was younger I used to write poetry, and some of it was pretty good. It was just like they tell you about: a thought or mood or phrase would suddenly erupt at the center of me, and there was nothing to be done but to sit down and work it out until it turned into a few stanzas at least. Things were different then. I was lonelier, for one, and had more time to myself, to sit around and be ...

When Can We Be Real?

9 years ago with 6 comments
It was a good weekend. I finally, finally got to the beach, for the first time this summer. I love the ocean, and can’t do without it for too long. Every summer when I was a little younger, before almost all of us had moved away from my parents’ house, my father used to rent us a house for a week in Rhode Island, practically across the street from the ocean. It was a week of pure ...