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Monthly Archives: December 2014

Amazing grace

I used to think of grace as a garden with stern fences, the manicured grounds that awaits anyone who believes a certain story about the world, the fuzzy-pink estates where the sun yawns awake to the theme songs of flatulent joy. A place of no shadows. The inside of things. I would stand on the …Continue Reading >>>

Meeting the unsayable

The world is run by miracles. The ‘preposterous’ is the hidden juju in the middle of all things; it is the heart-engine of reality spewing fumes of the ordinary, so that we tend to forget that the ‘familiar’ is really the ‘strange’ in disguise. Next time you sit at a meal, or fall to an …Continue Reading >>>

Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.