Touch and Texture, What Satisfies the Eye
I’ve always loved the intricacy of highly textured things, in art as well as in the natural world, like tree …
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You Don’t Have to Love Them, Just Love
A man lamented to an Elder in his Church that try as he might, he could not love his hyper-critical, …
The Truth Will Always Be
Every day I spend listening to music, sometimes stretches as long as five or more hours at a time, while …
A Sultry Simone Sunday
I first become aware of jazz singer Nina Simone when I watched the film Before Sunrise, with a young Ethan …
The Joy of Sailing in Song, Poetry & Art
I came across this much beloved sailing poem recently, which captures so beautifully and vividly my own exuberant experiences at …
A Glimpse Into the Studios (and Minds) of Famous Artists
Aside from her paint brushes, we don’t see much of Georgia O’Keefe’s studio here, but I couldn’t resist including her …
Poem: A Prodigal Turns Prophet
Three summers I spent by the river in the heat of a homeless camp. (Having left my father’s home, which …
Writing Again, Loving It
I’m working again on that novel I wrote about in The White Hot Flow of Writing some time ago. I …
Three by Langston Hughs on Juneteenth
The Negro Speaks of Rivers I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of …
In Defense of Joy
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must havethe stubbornness to accept our …
