Peanut Butter and Magic
Why did I eat that doughnut? Why? What possessed me? I knew it looked sketchy, all sealed up in that plastic bag with a giant smiley face stamped on the front. My innards are so not smiling. Why...
Category: Arts & Literature
A Possible Peace Between Israel and Palestine: A Review
This is a review of A Possible Peace Between Israel and Palestine: An Insider's Account of the Geneva Initiative by Menachem Klein, translated by Haim Watzman. Columbia University Press. 2007. We are...
Another Father, Gone Missing & The War
Dear Readers, These two poems are presented here together, because they are meant to compliment one another. Mustapha Marrouchi is as glorious, and grave, as ever. It is a privilege to continue...
In The Courtyard
in the courtyard-- box turtle and hummingbird last year's leaves marking my place in this year's book can we learn to look at what's there without needing more? in the bare bush by the bare tree by...
London Rushing
The big city in nocturne light, still not all cold this winter. Our eyes pick up the melting night, Streaming out time with our river. For all those things that you forgot are rushing back to the...
Holidays in the Carpathians: Bukovel
It seems that everyone with wheels in Kyiv went up the Carpathian mountains to celebrate the New Year. Sitting by the fireplace in a log cabin at the ski resort this season would have been something,...
The artist’s real “real job”
The following is an interview with Justin Rivenbark - artist, and founder of the Rootist Movement. In the interest of full disclosure, Justin and I went to high school together. I was one of the...
We the Scatterbrains
We, the Scatterbrains, unfocused, unrestrained, Random in our pattern, dispersed throughout that Critical Mass—that info-terrain, That moves our thought like a manic nymph train— Our station is...
Living Las Vegas
Las Vegas only makes an impression if you don’t look past the illusion. Peek beyond the veil that the corporations have cast and its nothing more than a series of asphalt lanes and bus routes. For...
Love from Gabriel
I left word with God that I’d borrowed a book off him when he wasn’t looking – not one of the big ones, just a collection of verse by someone small who never left the mountain and drew water...