When I Am a Supreme Practitioner of Self-Care
Having a rejuvenating ninety-four minutes On the phone when all alone With Bella Levenshteyn
Recognition Mantra for Driving on Highway 40
They are just like me They too want to go as fast as possible And not die On the way
Recognition Mantra for Driving on Highway 40
They are just like me They too want to go as fast as possible And not die On the way
I Like To See “Selfies”
They are a bell of mindfulness Reminding me of one of my favorite songs From the Beatles’ Let It Be George singing “I Me Mine”
Powerless
The following is an excerpt from part 2 of The Book of Mev. By mid-December, Mev had grown very quiet. I’d estimated she was knocked out for 20 hours a day. Was she asleep? …
Something I Had in Common with Philip Roth
As I sat there and watched him struggle to go on living, I tried to focus on what the tumor had done with him already. This wasn’t difficult, given that he looked on that stretcher…
Something I Had in Common with Philip Roth
As I sat there and watched him struggle to go on living, I tried to focus on what the tumor had done with him already. This wasn’t difficult, given that he looked on that stretcher…
A Ramadan Sonnet by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore
for Sharifa Barakat Headache, the invalid feeling of being sickly and having to take it easy, testiness when things don’t go quite right, annoyance of magnetic gravity, things fall in a pile or slide off…
Making the Whirling World Stand Still
Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works Translated by Paul Schmidt And so I come back to the boy-genius, enfant terrible whose Illuminations I bought while at Bellarmine (under the influence of a Kerouac whose words I enjoyed…
A Sangha with Tu Fu, Milarepa, Lady Murasaki, Li Ching-chao, Basho, and Jack Kerouac
Anne Waldman and Andrew Schelling, editors, Disembodied Poetics: Annals of the Jack Kerouac School Rereading this collection after many years, I’m struck by the following perspectives from various writers I noted then and that still…