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jolina-petersheim's picture
Feb.05.2012
Seventeen days until my daughter’s estimated arrival, yet she has no idea the transformation about to take place. As her body daily expands with the insulating fat that will sustain her, I can feel every ripple of her limbs in the ever-shrinking globe of my womb, and this movement makes me long to...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Nov.03.2011
November 3     Liminal     Not everything which is birthed arrives here alive; sometimes struggle is answered with stillness.  I love thee in thy loss for there is no life to love thee in.  Hope can be a bubble that breaks returning to whatever it was before that...
craig-clevenger's picture
Oct.24.2011
    A good friend turned fifty this weekend. If he was melancholy about hitting the half-century mark, he didn’t show it. All he wanted was some drinks with a few close friends and his wife, which is exactly what he got. On my twenty-fifth birthday, one of my cards said, “Happy Birthday....
bob-mustin's picture
Sep.18.2011
Anna Karenina – Section Seven, by Leo Tolstoy  image via hostilework.blogspot.com There’s been a slowly fructifying issue in the story to date, and I haven’t been giving it its due: that Lévin is slowly creeping toward an existential showdown within himself over religious belief. In this...
nancybrady's picture
Jul.29.2011
This week is a week of beginnings, middles, and endings in our family.  My niece had her baby on the twenty-fifth.  Her parents' anniversary, their thirtieth, was also the twenty-fifth.  So the birth of Pierson BRADY was a welcome present. (Brady is my maiden name and thus, it is my belief that it...
bob-mustin's picture
Jul.06.2011
The Seventh Seal - cinema by Ingmar Bergman Not every film made is replete with action, adventure, and their consequent joys and sorrows. Bergman's famous film goes where cinema hardly treads these days - it's a meditation on death and the search for meaning between birth and death.  Set in the...
louise-young's picture
Jun.08.2011
Last night, with shreds of mist ghosting upriver on the cold breath of the big lake and shadows of spruce and cedar groping at the shoreline, a doe led her newborn fawn out onto the sandbar across the river from our front door.  The doe -- big boned and healthy looking, with a saddle of red brown...
rosy-cole's picture
May.24.2011
  Oh, do not give me sunrisewith day unbirthed,its head thrusting between poles in conflict,dawning of dismissalfrom a brighter sphereshrunk to oblivionin the womb of night,the sea's bloodbath gilded with promise And do not give me sunriseon teasing cuspof an epiphany that cannot waxamidst a...
malena-lott's picture
Feb.20.2011
I arrived early, the parking lot speckled with colored metal inhabited by other grievers. Slowly, they emerged, dressed mostly in customary black, while I clutched a tissue willing myself not to cry before I even entered the mega church. I was alone, waiting for a friend I'd met on Twitter, a...
sandra-gould-ford's picture
Jan.31.2011
What lies beyond the door marked:  Loco Shop?  Hmmm.  As with all thresholds, the Loco Shop door carries travelers from one world to another.  In Week 1 of the Steel Genesis blog, share your reflections on crossing thresholds, on departures and arrivals, on entering blue doors marked “Loco Shop...