Life After Thirty | The Path of Vocation: Olga Lah
By Interview Issue 100
As my artistic life grows, my spiritual life also matures; as I practice listening to the Spirit, I become a better artist. In who I am and in my work, I am striving towards creating a space where divinity meet the ordinary world.
Read MoreLife After Thirty | The Path of Vocation: Melissa Weinman
By Interview Issue 100
I began to paint still lifes of what was readily available, such as fruits and flowers from the garden. It gave me a new appreciation for the vast amount of information and beauty that you can only observe in person—all that the camera doesn’t capture. I became enamored with painting from life once again, seduced by its truth.
Read MoreLife After Thirty | The Path of Vocation: Catherine Prescott
By Interview Issue 100
What has changed me since turning thirty is a result of my Christian conversion. What I wanted as a painter was always there, but when I met God, he told me, “You can paint anything you want.”
Read MoreThirty Years, Thirty Books | Love, Hate, and Digestion: A Miscellany
By Book Review Issue 100
I did read a few books published in the last thirty years. Most of them bored me to tears. A few, however, were so odd or stupid or, here and there, brilliant that I had to take notice. I was not able to dismiss them, as I would probably have preferred to do.
Read MoreThirty Years, Thirty Books | Fiction: The Pleasures of Obsolescence
By Book Review Issue 100
The novel’s decline in importance relative to the memoir and the personal essay may be one of the major literary trends of the past thirty years, but it remains the most important form for me.
Read MoreThirty Years, Thirty Books | Poetry: A Word We Have Not Learned
By Book Review Issue 100
I want a little mystery. I don’t want to hear the obvious stated, even if I agree. I want to be awed.
Read More“I Traveled through a Land of Men…”
By Poetry Issue 100
Everywhere on my stroll among these rolling hills this morning, I see nude young men. I’d say they are naked as well. Many are undressed. Quite a few have no clothes on.
Read MoreThe House of Reinvention
By Poetry Issue 100
The guards can never leave the House of Correction because they work there but I can leave quick as I can dream. I close my eyes and hear singing again.
Read MoreI and We
By Poetry Issue 100
I could never have abandoned you if I hadn’t abandoned myself.
Read MoreSam’s House
By Essay Issue 100
I hear, though, how torn he is: pulled toward something that seems to shame him. I think he half hates himself, and—like many men—he turns self-hatred into the hatred of others, especially women.
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