THE END

If anyone has been wondering about my welfare, rest assured that I am alive and well. Now six weeks after the surgery, the incision has finally healed and my energy is returning toward normal. The procedure seems to have worked, … Continue reading

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Nirvana, Now and Then

When one travels into the depths of creation, how does one describe where one has gone? Prose will fail. But before moving to poetry, I want to write an essay about what’s happened. This will solidify my memory and share … Continue reading

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Sweet Favors

Of late, poetry has been occupying me more than blogging, a shift which started with some intense work around an application for a writing fellowship. In my entire life there’ve only been a few times I have applied myself with … Continue reading

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How Dare I?

In writing about a so-called Cosmic Mind, am I saying anything new? Not really. Consider what these essays aim to establish: the plausibility of a mind-like awareness that coexists and coincides with material reality. My hope is to reassure receptive … Continue reading

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Love Thy Enemy

Is ‘love’ a noun or a verb? This isn’t a grammatical question, since the word can function as both. But in personal experience, does love feel like a noun, a substance given, or like a verb, an act performed? If … Continue reading

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Untainted Love

Friendship never came easily to me. It’s been a concept I did not understand, a skill I could not master. Back in college I surprised both myself and my mathematician father by demonstrating ability in calculus and physics. Although in … Continue reading

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Letter from the Brink of Sanity

How to tell a story that has no beginning and no end? A tale that was ongoing before you were born and continues to this day? Choose an episode that pressed your first footprints on some new path. Like the … Continue reading

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Dying to Stay Alive

Standing in the morgue, looking down at the chill steel slab, I see my own face. It looks exactly like me, the way my sister’s looked exactly like her when I viewed her body eighteen months ago. Exactly the same, … Continue reading

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