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“Falling Into Art” (an excerpt)

“We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play.” —Heraclitus Central to our ideas about spiritual and literary authenticity, I think, is our old friend struggle. Whatever is “serious” must be difficult. The poet Mary … Continue reading

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Isn’t it nice

Isn’t it nice how the world dries your dishes? You put them in the rack last night, wet in every hard- to-reach cranny and this morning they’re dry like you want them. But you? You didn’t do a goddamn thing. … Continue reading

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Squirrels are like children

Squirrels are like children. They never walk anywhere. I’ve never seen one just out for a stroll. No, it’s bound, stop look around, dig in haste to bury your nut. It’s chase each other up and down and around and … Continue reading

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what happens when a man

what happens when a man has been walking in a forest for forty years and suddenly stumbles into a field? he blinks his eyes in the sun, he smiles, watches the swallows swooping like kites, the wind running through the … Continue reading

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the good life is led

the good life is led from the inside out: pour yourself over the world. be like the sun who dresses the hills in robes of pink; the rain that soaks the cracking earth and calls out the dancing leaves; the … Continue reading

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no one knows i’m here

no one knows i’m here no one cares i seem to like it this way the sunlight astounds me it asks my name but i have forgotten Jesus beckoned fishermen to come along with him— men who smell, have calloused … Continue reading

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