BY JEDIDIAH PASCHALL
I have a conflicted relationship with suburban life, not because the suburbs are any more or less defective than the city, but because I have a conflicted relationship to life in this world. There’s beauty and ugliness, beauty in the ugliness, and ugliness in the beauty I suppose. The trick is to find hope and […]
Read MoreImmemorial mountains cradle the suburban roads smoldering in the vale, Summer mirages’ liquid dance, And rhythmic beating through black arterial lines In the shadow of sacramental signs of consumptive desire – empty promises of sexed satisfaction and satiated hunger on every noisy corner, That rip like razor-wire through lungs empty of the sacred Breath. Still […]
Read MoreThis post is related to the ‘To Hell With Them? series (Part 1 and Part 2) I am working through. However, I will take a more aesthetic approach here and share a brief but important section of my upcoming novel The Damned May Enter that deals with the Harrowing of Hell. In the Harrowing of […]
Read More(photo: Tumalo Falls, Oregon by Tim Schallberger) A River’s Course be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart – Ranier Rilke I am a storm-child born beneath shadows of basalt cliffs and snow-clad evergreen. I rage with gin clarity through the mountains empty of earth or her stains. In the slow time […]
Read MoreThe Oxbow – Thomas Cole (1836) *See Note on the composition of this poem below. What Lies Between Storm and Shine For Eva and Eloise and those beloved who have departed to at last find peace. So odd I always thought how light like a pacifist drifts away on the winds before the storm […]
Read MoreLove is a switchblade between your ribs late at night after your third date when it dawns on you she’s the last woman you’ll ever take to dinner, you’ll know you’re a dead man walking when you see blood on your hand after pulling it from your chest. Love is the furious tears […]
Read MorePainting by Thomas Moran – Sunset at Sea (ca. 1906) Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o’er the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My Native Land – […]
Read MoreI am working on a larger piece of poetry, which will take me a good deal of time to complete. I enjoy the poetic process because, if nothing else it affords me the opportunity return to my most natural state; namely the exploration in that liminal zone where I can test the limits of sanity […]
Read More[The Above Image ‘The Fire and the Rose are One” by Makoto Fujimura is a work inspired by Eliot’s final Quartet ‘Little Gidding’. To see more of Fujimura’s work inspired by Eliot, see his Four Quartets Gallery at makotofujimura.com] Fr. Aidan Kimel is back to his meditations on TS Eliot’s Four Quartets. This work by […]
Read MoreFor January The stars peer through tiny holes poked in the black night to remind you that Light shines beyond the darkness, upon the dark within, where the lonely road winds through the waterless wasteland. Still, you are graced with quiet motion and courage in the silent moment, with outstretched wings to embrace […]
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