Have you heard the music no fingers enter into? Far inside the house entangled music – What is the sense of leaving your house? Suppose you scrub your ethical skin until it shines – but inside there is no music, then what? Mohammad’s son pores over words, and points out this and that but if […]

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing.

Call it the waters of salvation or the garlands of gladness. Call it the grave-clothes falling away or call it the loosing of the chains. Call it what binds us together: fierce but fragile but fierce. Call it he will rejoice over you with gladness; call it he will renew you in his love; call […]

Look, the world is always ending somewhere. Somewhere the sun has come crashing down. Somewhere it has gone completely dark. Somewhere it has ended with the gun the knife the fist. Somewhere it has ended with the slammed door the shattered hope. Somewhere it has ended with the utter quiet that follows the news from […]

The shadows of doubt dance precariously around the edge of reason with open arms they taunt me to trust them and jump head first into the darkness that surrounds them only to find reflected in their souless eyes mine own filled with tears that hold my dreams captive prisoners of my own fears unable to […]

The martyr couldn’t believe his eyes when his tomb was bombed as he braided a garland for his beloved— a red garland, yet…on the way to heaven… it turned white. He bent toward the water with a small rainbow clutched in his hand. In this way he makes music. He lifts is hands to the […]

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite. When you work you are a flute through whose heart […]

We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work is—if you’re old enough to hear this you know what work is, although you may not do it. Forget you. This is about waiting, shifting from one foot to another. Feeling the light rain falling […]