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The thrum-clang of the gui­tar, the thump thump thump puls­ing of the tom-tom, and the song starts, Hol­sap­ple up on the stage, shaggy-haired and ener­getic, Stamey a lit­tle behind, dif­fi­dent and cere­bral, burst­ing together into the rhythm, and I lean back against the curved wall to feel the plas­ter vibrate. It’s loud, it’s angry and […]

 I posted a short piece the other day that shared some­thing of what it was like to grow up deaf.  The piece was impres­sion­is­tic and inten­tion­ally obscure, with the hope that the reader would find in its spare uncer­tainty and vivid imagery some­thing of the expe­ri­ence of hav­ing a sense impaired. The piece had […]

When you grow up deaf there are so many things you don’t know. The sound of rain on the roof. The roar of waves as they crest, their agony as they crash. The huff­ing sound of some­one run­ning behind you. The scrap­ing sound your nails make as you scratch your neck. The brisk snap­ping of gum. The clank­ing ring of […]

Here, Saripu­tra, form is empti­ness and the very empti­ness is form; empti­ness does not dif­fer from form, form does not dif­fer from empti­ness; what­ever is form, that is empti­ness, what­ever is empti­ness, that is form, the same is true of feel­ings, per­cep­tions, impulses and consciousness.

When you can feel it, when you look out onto the field, smell the dry dirt under­foot, feel the grip of the stiff blades, when you pour your­self into the pitcher’s body, that’s when real­ity is sus­pended and you are nei­ther on your seat nor on the field. You pack the ball in your glove. You […]

Debra loos­ened the over­sized bath towel from around her breasts and let it fall to the floor.  She pushed it away with her foot and stepped back slightly so that the soles of her feet rest on the sliver of tile warmed by the strong morn­ing sun. She faced the mir­ror.  She took inven­tory.  Her nails […]

The table was made out of an old wire spool.  We cut the top off, pulled the slats out and made a tri­an­gu­lar base from heavy maple.  I don’t know how many yards of wire the spool held, but it must have been a lot, because we could fit the eight of us around the […]

My bed­room was no dif­fer­ent from any other room, in any other house, in any other place, but I could not have been more aware of how dif­fer­ent my place was. My bed rested below a long, tall win­dow that peeked out into the pine grove between our house and the road. To the right, […]

Matt had heard about preg­nant women and their crav­ings, and he prided him­self on being sen­si­tive and giv­ing, so he worked hard to bake Lily’s needs into bite-sized morsels. Run­ning out to the gro­cery store for Cherry ice cream was easy.  Try­ing to stop her from open­ing another credit card so they could buy more […]

Silence A day of Silence Can be a pil­grim­age in itself. A day of Silence Can help you lis­ten To the Soul play Its mar­vel­lous lute and drum. Is not most talk­ing A crazed defence of a crum­bling fort? I thought we came here To sur­ren­der in Silence, To yield to Light and Hap­pi­ness, To Dance within […]