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moni-schott's picture
Jun.04.2013
Do you hear it, pushing its way forward? Be still in the early dawn and attune to its faint whispers, its slow creep skulking up from a darkness that has lingered for too long. It comes as hushed waves of heart beats from the depths of the Earth’s core, beneath barren fields of despair. It pulses...
steven-belanger's picture
Feb.08.2013
Photo: Captain Nemo planting his personal flag on a cliff of Antarctica, from the first edition of Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.   There won't be much to do in the next few days, besides shoveling, so I thought I'd keep a running blog entry during that time.  I'll publish...
dr-steve-mcswain's picture
Feb.07.2013
The Ojibwe, Native Americans, say, “Sometimes I go about with pity for myself and, all the while, Great Winds are carrying me across the sky.” One of the hardest things for me has been learning how to dream big dreams for my life but, at one-and-the-same time release all inner attachment to the...
michael-seidel's picture
Nov.17.2012
It's a perfect sort of blustery fall day.  Leaves wave and shudder, causing red and gold swirls. Herds of clouds trundle across the sky, darkening and lightening, splitting and re-grouping.  Brilliant sunshine breaks out and retreats.  Curtains of rain cause momentary scurrying,...
kyle-kendall's picture
Jul.30.2012
my daughter, the wind.  the dark dust billowing on the wing. how am i so enamoured as a bird?  my skin is nothing like feather. to have you escape from my tongue and rise up to blind the moon  is a bit unnerving. i love you, but i am now blind. i need your song to bring me closer to...
sherry-parnell's picture
Jul.10.2012
“Here lies one whose name was writ in water.” These are the words etched on John Keats’ tombstone.  Keats, an English Romantic poet, died at the young age of twenty-five with a keen understanding of life’s transience. But did he choose these words because he was aware of his mortality or...
annette-talbert's picture
May.27.2012
Stormy nightthe cat's skittish,and rain lashes against the window panes. Wind gusts force limbs to bendand scratch against the roof. Lights flicker and transformers reboot,bring out the candles and the lanternsjust in case. The bed seems like the safest place to be,as we ride out the storm.
rachel-medina's picture
Mar.19.2012
Today was our turn, mine and Princess O's, to do a three hour shift outside the grocery store selling GS cookies. Did you catch that, FOR 3 HOURS! We did this last year a couple times, so we knew what to expect. If it had been a normal day weather-wise. But it wasn't. It was freakin' windy and...
hasmukh-amathalal's picture
Dec.21.2011
  World as family   “Vasudhev Katumbkam” or “World as one family” Yet far distant reality and considered as silly It can never become a fact in reality As world leaders lack will power and capabilities    We have all the rules about democratic norms But public is unaware and...
jonathan-hebel's picture
Oct.24.2011
when ocean and wind unite,       bound by sacred lovewind impregnates ocean,       with gusts from above she sways heavily,       carrying his energywind in her womb,        a powerful synergy she goes into labor,...