Eric Stephenson’s poems are like notes found in bottles floating in the wake of a long voyage. They rarely contain conclusions or directions or morals. Far more often, they celebrate the mystery of human existence, wearing the accessories that “make us think this is who we are,” catching an occasional glimpse of pure being, knowing […]
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The Dalai Lama is one of those lucky few whose thoughts are as clear as a mountain stream yet as deep as the ocean. Many of his writings respond to humanity’s plenitude of self-imposed miseries with a complement of practical insights that still serve as a refreshing alternative to some damaging cultural expectations. Although a
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Identity is a vessel to fill, we the chalice makers and liquid artisans, the inventors, hosts, and cupbearers, serving ourselves and our guests the flavor and finish of our secret recipes in spacious galleries of the mind, a white orchid petal floating on a sanguine sea of blood red wine.
It took years to dislodge the hate searing my brain and every limb, like a tree burning in a firestorm. I’m charred but still standing, waiting for the rains of spring.
I chose the third wave of the set, gliding over water so aqua cool that every cut, bruise, and scar along the way faded into something I never was but am forever becoming. That night, gazing at the sea, I dribbled blood red wine down my shirt. It glowed like a birthmark in the fading
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What a clean arching curve I made when I leapt from the deep green sea and cast myself into your glittering net. Gently, you pulled me from your web, studied my scales, and said, “Oh, Mr. Fish, you’re splendid! But I’m afraid you’d never do. You see, I’m waiting for the perfect catch.” Then you