Happy are the people who know the festal shout (Psalm 89)
Teach me to shout. Teach me the happy shout of the free. Groans and moans, like ravens, come on their own. And sighing from mourning is too much our daily bread...
Category: Poetics
Nonfiction’s connective tissue – Inscribe session – Lisa Wojna
I’m sitting with a group of writers crowded into a corner of the gymnasium at Providence Retreat Centre. We’re learning, or being reminded, about th...
The hug of earth
I walk out of the courtyard this morning and see a full moon hanging above the 107 street lofts. It has been made translucent by the sunrise. I walk past the He...