Month: June 2014

  • The Trumpet Player

    Windows were alight in the streets. I listened to the howl of a wolf, but to my surprise it was a trumpet player crooning in the night. Though his trumpet was as luminous as the moon, its timbre was dark. A searing note became a melody. I stepped towards him and he met me with […]

  • Being Differently

     Alternative Modes in The Princess Bride In The Princess Bride, no pain nor danger can diminish the courage and humour of the heroes. The classic fantasy spoof succeeds as a captivating yet hilarious tale of true love. Wesley’s conviction upholds his love for Princess Buttercup, even through near death, torture, and the prospect of living […]

  • Love Despite the Self in The Painted Veil

    Marriage can be challenging, not unlike an outpost in the cholera infested jungles of Mei-tan-fu, China. Kitty and Walter Fane face both, but while their abode tests the limits of their slumping relationship, it also inspires a love in each that forgives and finds the other. Based on selfish motives, false assumptions, and misguided ideas […]

  • An Image of Core-Splitting Honesty in Nanook of the North

    In a Canadian winter 30 degrees below, you can’t help but notice the power of nature, but you can dash from car to house and forget it as quickly as possible. Western amenities let the Northerner ignore the full import of the freeze, which reveals how limited our culture and infrastructure really are. What we […]

  • Ancient River

    Sunlight plays like ribbons on the surface of the stream, The evening shades of amber coiling round the boulders clean. From hills beyond my sight it runs, the ages to deliver. Now I, naked on the naked banks, step in the ancient river. Along my ribs the current rolls, the heaving liquid gold, And tumbles […]

  • Listening

    Love’s counterfeit, I spit you out. The name will my closed lips more beautifully pronounce. Meek original, unmixed with doubt, Whisper in my heart your holy sounds. The sound without the substance round us rings. The clock ticks out its millions, Choices sating mouths like worms in desperate baby beaks, Nourishing not when it feeds […]

  • Down a Hidden Path

    You criticize me: a spring runs in the sunlight to a shady nook. Slighting words: the soil’s warm between my toes. The wrong is mine: I feel the blossom breeze come in. Birdsong lightens the creative air Where I walk beside the stream. You love me: your lamp-lit house gleams among the dusky leaves.

  • Before a Dive

    A being swimming in the deeps While in moonlight a cool wind sweeps. A light appears without warning, But a ripple in the morning, And as I look upon those deeps, I wonder what great truth the water keeps.

  • Speck

    Breath in: the speck of one true thought. Breath out: the rest so truly not. Breath in: the air it needs to grow. Breath out: invested burs of woe Breath in: subtle beauties most forgot. Breath out, and that small truth, now round and full, Bestow

  • Ephemera

    My face that settles, beams and blushes, Sees beauty when she like a fleeting fish The surface brushes, and I through joy and pain, Am happy for the ripples that remain.           Featured Image: Unknown artist