We must be more than prophets, Part2: Ed McCurdy’s vision — A prose poem

Last night I had the strangest dream. It wasn’t the strangest dream I ever dreamed before But it was strange for me: I was in a large room with three friends On the second floor of an old building Facing main street. I and my friends were using it as an ad hoc gym. The …

Dreadful knocking — a sonnet followed by a reflection on what is meant by “dharma”

Some like to test the acuity of their brain To see if they are losing any powers of cognition, But I have watched more than just cognition wane From coast to coast across this fogged-in nation. It used to be smog that made it hard to breathe But now it’s something else that steals my …

The Stranding of the Human Race: The Human / Dolphin Enigma

I have been reading “Voices in the Ocean” where Susan Casey starts out with a story of how a chance encounter with Spinner dolphins (in Hawaii) changed her life for the better when she was deeply depressed and grieving the recent death of her father. She also painstakingly traces the history of commercial exploitation and …

Epidemic Epistle XI: A COVID-19 crisis diary by TCBH! members

How living under the pandemic has changed me as a writer

  I have a friend who had a big dream recently that was full of apocalyptic symbolism. In her dream there were catamounts prowling the city streets. It was very ominous because nobody could be sure where they were going to appear next. They would manifest on a crosswalk and vanish just as they do …