I want to tell you that the world is still beautiful. I tell you that despite children raped on city streets, shot down in school rooms, despite the slow poisons seeping from old and hidden sins into our air, soil, water, despite the thinning film that encloses our aching world. Despite my own terror and […]

I’ve recently decided that I’m gonna play it a little looser around here, which means I can bring back an old feature: Other People’s Words. The document doesn’t list an author, but it’s pretty deeply related to everything I’ve been trying to say when I’ve used the Life category in the last year. Built from […]

I meant to post this last week, but better late then never. In response to my last post and eric’s comment, I had to share this short snippet from a 2006 interview of Anthony Bourdain: …you’re standing alone in the desert, and you see the most incredible sunset you’ve ever seen and your first instinct […]

This poem by Mary Oliver has a few lines I quite like: Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving […]

I like this one by Jay Leeming, not least of all because it reminds me of something I wrote. This just in a man has begun writing a poem in a small room in Brooklyn. His curtains are apparently blowing in the breeze. We go now to our man Harry on the scene, what’s the […]