At eleven below zero in the pre-zazen dawn the sky aizome blue and the world flocked white the seconds tick by like snow crystals crunching under the boots of a passing stranger, reinforcing the dream of time passing. -Geoff O’Keeffe
The Jazz Me Blues
(Editor: I have the pleasure of posting a short piece by my old friend, Bob Woodward. He has been prolific of late, penning these tight little memoir nuggets, so expect a few more. Woody and I likely crossed paths in the middle seventies, when he was the kwisatz haderach of all things cross-country skiing (when … [read more]
Thank you!
(This is an image I made almost ten years ago, outside Hangzhou, PRC, in Zhejiang Province, west of Shanghai, at a wonderful temple called Lingyin Si, set next to Xi Hu, or West Lake, one of the most beautiful spots in China. This is a Chan temple established in 328 CE, a century before Bodhidharma. … [read more]
Two New Pieces: Barbara Jackson
Editor: My dear friend, sister and writing buddy, Barbara Jackson, penned two new poems recently. Barb’s writing has appeared in these pages a few times over the years. She is a fine, intuitive and magical writer. She sees behind, below and beyond. Of these two, Barb says, “…part of being alive is being tuned into … [read more]
CoEvolution Quarterly
I have always been a newspaper and magazine geek. I loved Geographic as a kid, if only for the stunning images. Life and Look were early staples at home in the sixties and were surprising in their honest coverage of the radical changes rocking America then. I had a window seat into that tumultuous landscape … [read more]
2017: The Gift of Clarity
I have begun to see year-end essays lamenting 2017 as our worst year ever, a “just add water” dystopian prequel, the heart-breaking denouement in the last episode of “America The Tragedy” on Netflix. I would like to offer an alternative view. Not to inspire hope, mind you. Hope is not a strategy and hope usually … [read more]