A death poem for the new year

The glass slips out of my grasping hands. CRASH! A thousand suns glisten on my kitchen floor.   The death poem is a tradition in Zen Buddhism. Our sangha writes one at the new year every year as a way to reflect on the past year. I believe the tradition is that Buddhist monks wrote them […]

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Still working my way through “Her Husband.” Really enjoying this read. I have checked out the Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath and am reading them as Middlebrook references them. In the book I’m at the end of Plath’s life, which is really sad. But this is also when she wrote her groundbreaking poems from Ariel: […]

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Geek Love

Love is a recursive function, infinite looping. You are the operator.   About the photo: Made in Paris with a Pentax K1000 and Tri-x.

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