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Hairy Cat | Poem
“Cats in the cradle, and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. When you coming home, son? — ‘I don’t know when. We’ll get together, then. You know we’ll have a good time,…
No Time | Poem
Time unending is time un-begun, is the twilight of Her mid-day sun, your sabbatical in a clockless land, beneath the lapping leaves of trees that fan. “Say,” you say to the you who walks…
Secondhand High | Poem
I wanna be free as you are free, unencumbered by how you're supposed to be. Suppose you smart. Hold fast to save face. Must not sound-, look-, act dumb. Suppose you lace yourself,…
God Grade | Essay
Are we not Gods? Every monotheistic religion believes we’re made in the image of God, that God created the universe. We can only conclude from these testaments that God has become us, and that,…
Friend eternals | Letter
This is not my typical letter. No, this is the first of its kind. A letter to QNTN, not a letter from. I have been wanting for some time to publish these, lest my wont to purge destroy the evidence…
On Leaving | Letter
Thank you for my parting presents as I make my way to a new world, a new life — adulthood. In one breath life is easy and helpful. In the next breath it is threatening and fearful. I ride new waves…
Milk Tea | Poem
I had gotten distracted, perhaps on matcha, perhaps in the early peace that is December mornings, perhaps the love of Christ consciousness is upon our inhabitance again: the sense of…
Vipassana | Essay
To my worried co-workers, friends, and family: I have completed my vipassana retreat. To my curious co-workers, friends, and family: allow me to explain what one does at a vipassana retreat. To my…
100 Sīlas | Lesson
Sīla is a Pali word for morality and ethical conduct. In this context, the lessons are “spiritual,” but spirit being spirit is never separate. The lesson of 100 “sīlas” is a reminder. You add to this…
Rainmakers | Letter
Thank you for servicing this work. It does add value to the world. I echo this because it’s so easy for rain clouds — having watered the lands and dissolved again — to discount their value, so rarely…
As | Poem
As I wrap my self around you, behind you, giving to you my warmth, my love, my love, so does God wrap Her Self around us, giving She, for She is love loving love. “How does He do that,” you…
I have the ground | Poem
You wreck yourself on poison things, lick led, or so they say. The brain it rots it splits itself, withstanding only pain. The people there make sympathies, but deft you are no more. The hate…
Determinance | Poem
It, it-it-it, it is determinance, an unshakable, infallible certainty of occurrence— that it not only has been decided but that in deciding it has been determined that it would be, and not only…
三 (San) | Letter
I couldn’t help myself. Quentin went coo-coo for Kinokuniya — I think I’m turning Japanese. Dangerous that I have an accomplice in you. I just can’t help buying things I don’t need in the name of a…
Dignity | Poem
For as long as you take breath from the breath I breathe, that your God’s balloons do breathe your breath, this body of some body’s womb from another body’s womb, from eons back, from…
Nostalgia | Poem
No - stal - gia. nóstos, to return home. álgos, to pain. This is not quite fear, not quite love, not quite the quivering from nerves above, no, not is it known till it is known, cannot be…
Maha Kumbh Mela | Vignette
Greenbrier, AR | Fairfield Inn Hotel Room, 4:30 AMThe call to India comes.A friend venturing to teach. A friend who has taught me. A friend who is overseas in Asia meeting people who themselves are…
No Taste | Poem
I tried feeding spinach to my dog today. She turned her snout up to me, her eyes talking, "I have not taste for spinach." For weeks it began, spinach plugins for the kennel…
My Teacher, Son | Story
We sat on the carpet, the rug, the home around lit at dusk on a vibrant evening. We sat there, cross-legged in a quite relaxed, quite cozy living room, by the fireplace, though there be no fire, by…
Once | Poem
Heavenly Father, Once upon a time there was a man named God. Once upon a time there was a man. Once upon a time there was a boy named Quentin. Once upon a time there was nobody who laid in…
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