How You Kill A Fire

When did I stop burning? I remember the way my small heart blazed as I meandered down earthen paths arms outstretched I wanted to pull Creation in close and whisper hallowed truths over Her shoulders I was not afraid then I burned Spilling light like so many stars I remember watching my mother light cigarettes […]

The Fire

by Beth Watkins | Twitter: @iambethwatkins I was still young when I learned of the fire. I grew up in its proximity, among others who were alight, and I was in love with everything about it, asked to take it from my mother’s table As early as I can remember. I asked for the fire; This […]

Making Room for Lament

In the months from April to August of this year, we have attended five funerals and sent a eulogy to be read at a sixth. These were services of worship and remembrance, held in honor of people we loved, people whose lives intersected with ours regularly, even when those lives were very short. It began […]

The Pulse of Water

On days when the wind arrives heavy with smells from the North and the Gingko trees start bleeding gold you can stand at the edge of the lake and watch it quietly lap at the shore Sometimes when you close your eyes you can even feel the pulse of the water and all its tender […]

When I Am Not A Lie

“I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.” Rainer Maria Rilke I wake at 6:23 I don’t set an alarm Either my body wakes or the three-year-old satellite that perpetually orbits me enters my atmosphere and crushes me with early morning love […]