Redwing by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things Red Winged Blackbird sang of the expanse of all things, of the sacred emptiness of plain spaces. I walked beneath his melodic teaching three mornings as if I needed to hear it again and once...
Glass Jar by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things After the divorce and in the throes, I walked along the beaches of Southern California sunset after sunset. I collected stones and shells that I have kept in a hand blown glass jar I found...
An Excerpt from Letters from the Other Side of Silence by Joseph Little February 2010 Here’s the truth: Something happened on that volcano in Guatemala. I’m just not sure what. Steve was in the lead, talking with two teachers from Canada. I was trailing behind,...
A Selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging You must be a child to find the hiding places where the unseen ones dwell just beyond the veil. The logic of the adult cannot think beyond the four walls, —blind to the...
A Selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging The knife goes in up to the hilt twisted by a hand once taken in trust, and life must change. Do not fear what comes next. Let the attacker flee, betrayal heavy on his...
