Every separation is a link – confessions of a trans-theist and the poetics of belief
These days I’m thinking about a metaphor found in the writings of Simone Weil: Two prisoners in adjoining cells are divided by a rock wall. Over what must...
These days I’m thinking about a metaphor found in the writings of Simone Weil: Two prisoners in adjoining cells are divided by a rock wall. Over what must...
Three Sisters Creek Rocks like flung rosaries,water like sparkling wine,white between willows,and bluebells,and the sun shattering through ...
Trevor Herriot continues to write some of the best nature literature around. His three previous books – Grass, Sky, Song, (which earned him a nomination for the...
Take the word mother. To use this word it is not necessary to radiate maternal concern, to feel longings and stirrings, to be motherly. But it is possible to us...