Yesterday the call finally came saying you were gone. The familiar voice said she’d been with you at the end and you died calmly and easily like you always wanted- just slipped away a thin cloud passing a quarter moon. …
Morning Lake Meditation
Morning Lake Meditation by Jim Neill The water’s glassy stillness was surrounded by a necklace of spring greens. A morning chill lifted whisps of wetness swirling counter-clockwise into the day. Geese stir the surface as they loudly honk their leaving, …
Boy – by Grady Bennett Myers, Jr
Boy He is just…. Is 15 already Trying to look 19 and a half Cool 5-10 Trying for 6-1 Hasn’t learned to connect Upper half with lower Feet too far before Head too behind Left side slides In from the …
Shadowman – by Doug Jennette
I’m a carnival barker in a bright red hat who can break you down in nothing flat, I’ll pull you in and give you what you want. I’m smoothe, I’m harsh, I know the dance, and I can match this …
“Requiem For Gregory” by Larry Sorkin
Requiem For Gregory by Larry Sorkin We need to speak of him, he was our millennial cypress: root, trunk and storied leaves, now our storm felled hero on the other side who can’t come back even as a …
Reflections on the TMC 21st Gathering of Men by Alistair Burke
Reflections on the TMC 21st Gathering of Men by Alistair Burke Breathwork expansions and teachings of the last breath. The intimacy of big and little circle time. Morning mist over fluted waters. The void and presence of Gregory. Kings, fathers …
A Thousand Years by Doug Jennette
A Thousand Years by Doug Jennette On a day to honor warriors Texas waters carried twelve souls into the night. A thousand year old cypress, whose branches gave shade to Camanche warriors and rest to eagles for much of its …
He fell out of the man box! – by Jim Neill
He f ell out of the man box He fell out of the man box He never fit very well anyway! He doesn’t need to be first Or biggest. Things don’t keep his interest Like relationships do. …
The Knock by Larry Sorkin
The Knock by Larry Sorkin Daybreak’s flashy cardinal throwing himself against my window tries to rouse me into life. Minutes pass while I ignore his call and dig my head into the pillow before a sharp thud drags me out of sleep …
“Impermanence” – by Bron Skinner
It is easy to forget As we set about our daily tasks That every new day is a step closer to a goodbye, A final loss signifying an end in a string of tiny daily losses. The person I awoke …