ByGiora Carmi
The soft lines of ploughed earth End at the foot of the hills Where the flow of green Also stops Red in the sky warns you That it can turn black And even here At the beginning of your trip Where you can touch the earth With bare feet There is a branch across…
ByCatherine Green
It has been a very challenging and emotional month. Not only did we enter 2018 with the usual societal fanfare of optimism, high hopes and big dreams, but in my family, we were coping with bereavement whilst preparing for a seventh birthday. Oh, and the date is looming for my father-in-law to return home following…
ByMichelle Adam
I was angry at my father inside my dream of almost 20 years ago. In that nighttime journey, I had discovered sculptures of Italy’s Renaissance artist Michelangelo below a pile of ice in a freezer. I was angry at my father for directing conversations toward rational conclusions that had nothing to do with the emotions…
ByMichelle Adam
“Love spreads her ashes on my bed tonight, the nightingale calls a sound of surrender. The feelings in my heart are distant cries, unavailable to myself,” I wrote eighteen years ago in my journal as I lived in my parent’s New Jersey home at age thirty, inside that place we perceive as stuck, when, in…
ByGiora Carmi
The little kid Is walking an ancient path The rocks become brittle And turn into sand The little hill Loves to feel his feet on its back The little hill and he Are good, loving, friends Sometimes it rains And memories of old friend river Turn to memories of old friend mud But he walks…
ByCarrie Beleno
You know those moments? The ones in the grocery store or at work when you say, “Should I? Shouldn’t I? Should I say something? Should I let it go?” I’m here to tell you, unequivocally, SAY IT. Right now! There’s no time to waste. Those moments arise for a reason. They are here to say…
ByMichelle Adam
“Every human being at some time had tragedy enter his life; at that moment, God challenged one to confront Him and to answer His question: “Why dost thou cling to an existence so short and so filled with suffering? What is the meaning of this struggle?” I wrote down this passage of Paulo Coelho’s The…
ByGiora Carmi
1. The Green 2. The Habits and the Flow 3. The Human Condition But he is overwhelmed and afloat The river flows rigorously by him And everywhere else He remembers the river from a dream The browns are curious, supportive and showing the way Just as the lines of his drawings are And…
ByMichelle Adam
Struck by these lines from The Last Temptation of Christ movie I watched almost 20 years ago, I wrote them down: “The dual substance of Christ—the yearning, so human, so superhuman, of man to attain God…has always been a deep inscrutable mystery to me. My principle anguish and source of all my joys and sorrows…
ByGiora Carmi
From here down it is earth But earth does not exist From here up it is heaven But heaven does not exist So what does? The immediate experience here now And what does it say? The light has given birth To the soft flesh The soft flesh has separated And parts play with parts Imagining…
ByMichelle Adam
I woke up this morning with baby fresh skin—or that’s how it felt. The crumbling, old layers of skin, fraught with fear and uncertainly, shed themselves in my sleep after hours of writing chapters in my novel last night. I woke with less pain than I had had for days, and I attributed it to…
ByGiora Carmi
In this upside down world Where shame is king And the beauty of the evening moon Breaks your heart Isn’t it natural That we choose to make art? There is a mountain range up in the sky And there is a mountain range down We are just waiting for the bird To sit on a…