Years ago, my mother and father, brother and I spent our summer vacations at the Downingtown Motor Inn in Pennsylvania. To me it was Shangri-la; a place of enchantment and matrix to many happy memories. One night, the hotel held a Jeopardy-type contest for kids that I wound up winning. From the several prizes available, … More LUNCH WITH MR. SORENSEN
Joni Mitchell is a wonder of the world. In my reckoning anyway. And not because I found a home in Canada. She long ago decamped to a canyon in California, apparently without looking back. In any event, a song of hers, “Woodstock,” got me thinking recently. In its most quoted stanza, she distills stark mystery … More A Divided Society Is Already Conquered
On October 2, Jamal Khashoggi, a Saudi national, and Washington Post contributor, walked into his country’s consulate in Istanbul. He was never seen again. Mr Khashoggi was executed, brutally and swiftly it seems. We can’t be sure, of course, because what happened took place in secret, deep within the precincts of a fortified … More Jamal Khashoggi and Vincent Lambert Were Executed
GRIEF Grief hollows excavates with sparking picks and groans of spent marl turned tear-made mud heaped heavy on blistering spades – 3/24/19
‘Cross windy-wicked, slate-sewn fields the Gaelic minstrel plies fingers blistering on the lyre his cry soars high and clear remembering the Wanderer’s oath, missing most, the sea. – tjk
What are you doing tomorrow? This tailwind turning the page of each done day to the ribboned gift of the next tomorrow may not come, we know, but do not know as they do the old, the ill, those struck still, whose pillows hold, not promise but guarantee, what hope tucks them in when, should … More WHAT ARE YOU DOING TOMORROW?
VOCATION Deep calls out to Deep, here to there, the center, everywhere a wire strung thrumming above thundering cataracts heart grown pure groaning trembles on Spirit-wings soaring panting halted now discovering this yearning behold, the echo of its True Love, calling – 7/25/17
ROSARY (For Mom) In the stillness between beads and breaths you, at times, may catch the distant groans the yearning sighs of the unseen yoked in solitude gently drawn through index and thumb the next becomes the present bead soul-bearing seed of voices dropped deep within the soil’s dark night to open inside-out climb then … More Rosary
Yesterday’s white mantel is today slush shackling the dusk-hour flow Six days till Christmas things to do no time for this or to see what’s out the window to the left Traffic halts abruptly in both directions Whatever the cause it won’t do, and presently comes into view A trio of geese waddling and wide … More Urgency Interrupted
“What a difference a day makes.” That was certainly the case when, in roughly twenty-four hours, Kiev went from flashpoint for civil war to a field in which the seed of freedom had a chance, finally, to take root. Changes are following rapidly — most conspicuously, in Crimea. And while some are perilous, all are … More Ukraine in the Tomb
