The Glassblower’s HeartBy Sarah E. Skwire It is not stable. It has never been.It’s fifteen thousand brittle, jagged shardsWhich impersonate a whole. Innately marred,It could explode at any time–just whenYou least expect it, like as not.The threat of loss and injury is all too real.You have to heat it. You…
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Holy Springs, Open Doors, and Coming Home from Another Direction
Again I find myself returning to the theme of home, how a place can call you back long after you’ve left it, and how returning isn’t always going backward. Sometimes it’s a forward movement from another direction, a circling flight that finally brings you to where you were always meant…
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Heat, Hummingbirds, and the Hazards of Creativity: Notes from the Torch
Heat, Hummingbirds, and the Hazards of Creativity: Notes from the Torch This morning began with clarity, the rare kind. A soft, cooling breeze slipped through the Ozark hills, and for a brief, holy hour the world felt fresh… and so did I. My mind was sharp, ideas were flowing, and…