Click here to access About Place Journal‘s latest issue SOUTH. My map works “Homeplace Not to Scale” appear in section three.
“People who have been landless know that the land is invaluable; it is worth everything.” – Wendell Berry, The Essential Agrarian Reader, pg. 29 How can you stay in the house all day and not go anywhere? Tax policy: “Limiting the pro-life agenda to the issue of whether abortion should be legal or illegal is theContinue reading “10 thoughts for the Upcoming Year: 2017”
Pretty much A journal is only useful to the one using it When they’re using it Afterwards we call it special keep it on shelves in boxes and museums where it collects dust and is as dead as something that breathes no more
the case for osmosis this is how we/ they used to write: an idea would come to you you research expand idea draft draft redraft show feedback redraft publish ruminate. This is valid. So is mess. A brain rejoices in an opportunity to be challenged; to exercise The case for osmosis is a phrase thatContinue reading “Poems from New York (Joralemon St.), #18”
Raccoon little house mtn all the high school peeps a hint of love dads and moms old memories home home home fields birds worry Lauren helping people optimism grasses a grass wreath 3 little boys two actually little daydreams rabbits see how they run see how they live can we go doe hunting in yourContinue reading “Poems from New York (on break), #17”
dear fellow human being on the train you looked to me like “someone to fall in love with” if only everyone were so ready to be loved if only everyone were so ready to be loving
We’ve been educating ourselves in social justice through social media and strong, loving friendships And?
Maybe when we moved away from home We became so happy to be among friends that we forgot all those unlike us
we say to ourselves remember this and yet we rarely do where it counts where real courage is needed ‘ain’t ready to quit’ JA sings we aren’t ready until we are I’m interested in it until I’m not, Bill T says We’re inside until we’re out we’re inside until we’re not the next timeContinue reading “Poems from New York, #13”
“Jászai mari tér”