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    Hope is the thing with feathers

    Vaughn Fender, Elijah Fed by Ravens (2013) for the Old and New Project THE DAYS ARE dark in Israel. The Davidic monarchy has long since fallen apart and King Ahab has made an unholy alliance with the neighboring nation of Phoenicia. His worship of foreign gods is problematic, as is his refusal to do what Yahweh […]

    Grief is the cleanest cut

    Scott Simmons, Eastern Phoebe (2013) THERE IS A quiet clearing alongside a pond in the forest not far from here. That’s how I like to think about it, anyway, because it sounds like I live in the deep woods, perhaps in some magnificent and lonesome boreal expanse, which I do not. I live in Decatur, […]

    Joy is waiting in the woods

    Paul Klee, Bird Garden (1924) ABOUT A YEAR ago I was out with my editor and friend Tony. We were at the Brick Store, a pub in my hometown of Decatur, Georgia, for a brew and a discussion about my book. After a while our talk turned from publishing to life in general. Tony’s a […]

    I wish my life could be so simple

    James Robert Wallace (1938-2016) Many thanks to my dear friend Michael Bailey for sending this poem my way a few weeks ago. It has become such a part of my consciousness that I thought I’d share it here. The Trestle Raymond Carver I’ve wasted my time this morning, and I’m deeply ashamed. I went to […]

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