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Moment to Moment
Yesterday, as I was walking down Spadina Street here in Toronto to meet someone, something within me started noticing my thoughts.
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what is
Writing on my balcony the other night under the moon and shadows, I felt anxious and wanted from the night something the night doesn’t usually bring. I sat there in the cricket…
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Summer
Sitting under a deep blue sky where the sun is rising, orange and pulsing, I find myself surrounded by a cloister of evergreens in the silence of seven in the morning. Nearby,…
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Saint Julian Press
I am delighted to announce that Saint Julian Press has published a poem I wrote titled “Preparation” on their website Saint Julian Press is a new nonprofit imprint whose mission is to…
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A Thousand Secrets
“A thousand secrets are hidden in simply sitting still.” — Karlfried Graf Dürckheim A few weeks ago, my good friend Walt recommended Hara: The Vital Center of Man by the German diplomat, psychotherapist,…
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The Empty Page
Dropping the anchor, To try to find the middle ground. Down into the “I don’t know” rather than the forms. There is a hesitation. In the chest, a question is uncovered. Is…
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To Be Bothered
What does it mean to live within, and how do we approach this in the midst of the movement of life? What is taking place in me now within this vessel? Are…
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Let It Rain
Gurdjieff once said: “In the river of life suffering is not intentional. In conscious life suffering is intentional and of great value.” Setting all biases aside, I have been delving into the…
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Snow
Snow. Watch how it falls, delicately and determined, blanketing everything in a slow silence. See how it covers the earth gently, flake by flake—collecting silently over the houses and the streets. People…
About
Hello from Toronto. I split my time writing, designing and building websites for clients, and acting as the Digital Director for Parabola magazine.
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"Then I suddenly had the most tremendous feeling of the pitifulness of human beings, whatever they were, their faces, pained mouths, personalities, attempts to be gay, little petulances, feelings of loss, their dull and empty witticisms so soon forgotten: Ah, for what? […] Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all? I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the huddled sleeping figures on the floor. Who were these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?" –Jack Kerouac in THE DHARMA BUMS (1958), born on this day in 1922.
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\"Then I suddenly had the most tremendous feeling of the pitifulness of human beings, whatever they were, their faces, pained mouths, personalities, attempts to be gay, little petulances, feelings of loss, their dull and empty witticisms so soon forgotten: Ah, for what? […] Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all? I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the huddled sleeping figures on the floor. Who were these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?\" –Jack Kerouac in THE DHARMA BUMS (1958), born on this day in 1922.
Photography Credit: John Cohen, Jack Kerouac Listening to Himself on the Radio, 1959
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