Christ Was in the Tree
By Poetry Issue 109
the body learns to move / like a painter / seeing the unseen.
Read MoreDiagramming the Live Oak
By Poetry Issue 105
Because we die, we all die, and the oak lives,
those imagined rings like so many glasses
Hisboninus (Meditation)
By Essay Issue 104
It was the season of the prayer for rain. To condense, to cloud, to empty out, to rain. And nothing is familiar but the rain.
Read MoreCurator’s Corner: Bridge Projects, Los Angeles
By Visual Art Issue 104
It seems to me that in displaying the profound aesthetic, cultural, and spiritual beauty of a common bequest like trees, we are moved to value them more and to experience an awe that humbles and amazes—something that makes us more respectful participants in the natural world.
Read MoreJacaranda
By Poetry Issue 103
not in weakness, but in tender
resolution to give way, be broken. . .
In Tandem
By Poetry Issue 54
If a winter storm had ever toppled the blue spruce that towered over the Tandem nursing home, you would not have asked how old the tree was and by that mean a good life had been long enough. You would not have said the tree would no longer suffer indignities and use that to erase…
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