Death is at the table with us when we write together at Turning Point: The Center for Hope and Healing, where I’ve been facilitating workshops for people with serious illness since 2003. The workshop participants have been through a dizzying amount of surgeries or strokes or heart attacks or chemotherapy treatments. They don’t flinch at Read More …
Rosarium Threnody “Tell the beads of the chromosomes like a rosary, Father.” – Kathryn Kysar from her poem, “Coyote Addresses Science” We tell the string of chromosomes like a rosary, follow, finger by finger, the coiled helix home, count mitochondria for the Mother of God. We bear each mutation to the cross as if we Read More …
– for Kris Kristofferson and Ken Wilber Endless, empty darkness, ineffable, voiceless eternity, no thing to speak of just this Still Perfect Silence now light so bright it hurts your hair since you’re there to see it and the good news is you both see and be it since you are it in this manifest Read More …
Poem by Melissa Rose and Michael Ting Reflection by Melissa Rose Female Voice Male Voice Female and Male Together I don’t remember how I got home last night I woke up hungover Last night was a blur Drank too much Head still pounding I take a shower Removing The smell of her sweet perfume Washing Read More …
Turning Don’t get mad at the mauve brown trees, furry on the hillside, sticks up close. We all have to host the wind and weather, a knock on the bones of new November. Don’t be sad when winter rules, claiming every roof in her white way. The days that we have are quick and tender, Read More …
Poems by Matthew Gray and Timothy Johnson Reflection by Timothy Johnson Freedom of the Hills When did I exchange without thought, my mountains for civilization extensive childhood memories when I pondered alpine landscapes filled soulful desires unmet dreams haunt the waking reaching peaks now burned A Foggy Day on the North Shore It is difficult Read More …
Hospice House of St. Luke’s Hospice in Bethlehem, Pa., sits tucked away at the bend of a road. A floor-to-ceiling mosaic greets visitors in its welcoming entryway. To the right, a kitchen stocked with snacks and comfort food is ready for family members who need a break from their bedside vigils. A library with cozy Read More …
Let the River Take Me A compilation poem Let the river take me — Even when it hurts, it breathes with the joy of laughter, undulating. I choke on life, I’m really here in the world. I keep trying. I am a survivor. Manipulate the truth; truth to be heard. The road to hell is Read More …
So this is the edge then, this shoreline of glass— How every letter contains the sound of its own breaking, its own holiness. What is held as sacred, as truth. How often I have sat right here, on the finest line, inkedalong a wilderness of empty page, and how each word is placed like a Read More …
What does Right Livelihood mean in the context of TLA? How does it relate to finding and staying in conversation with our life’s work while keeping the cupboards and gas tank full as well as caring for our health, art, soul, and community? Laura Packer and Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg, between them, have decades of experience. Laura Read More …
