On a midnight in midwinter when all but the winds were dead . . . (Poetry by Alfred Tennyson)
The Dreamer
Author: encomia
My Grandmother
by Ruirui Kuang We landed in Sweden, my mother and I, and got ready to meet my father at the airport. It was just the two of us that day; my grandmother was not with us. The lone figure of the shriveled old woman waving goodbye in Beijing had been as firmly rooted to the land as… Continue reading My Grandmother
In Line at the Kremlin, or The Ghost of Kremlin Present
"The ticket booth complex huddled below the lofty red brick walls of the Kremlin under an azure August sky. A sleek, modern construction of metal and glass, the ticket office formed a jarring juxtaposition beneath . . ." (Narrative nonfiction by Jonathan English)
Portraits of India
by Sumit Dua In the summer after my first year of medical school, I decided to travel to India to visit family. At the same time, I wanted to really learn photography and had purchased a Canon film camera during that first year. So I took the camera with me to craft images of India as… Continue reading Portraits of India
After Apple-Picking
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree / Toward heaven still (A poem by Robert Frost)
Afternoon walk, mid-November
It gets dark so early these days. / And we needed to get home, / after the creek / and the climbing the hill / and . . . (Poetry by Katie Murchison Ross)
Observing Día de los Muertos, San Miguel de Allende, México
Quietly I walked through the streets full of people, full of people honoring and celebrating in different ways their loved ones who passed away. . . . (Photography by David Cea)
And the Leaves of the Tree will be for the Healing of the Nations
The first thing you should know: / The tree has leaves. / Leaves whose lives depart, by definition. / Evergreens have needles; palms, fronds. / But leaves fulfill their nomenclatural destiny: / Fade, wither, fall. . . . (Poetry by Jeannie Rose Barksdale)
Great Spirit Prayer
Oh, Great Spirit, / Whose voice I hear in the winds . . . (Lakota Prayer translated by Chief Yellow Lark)
Satyagraha: Gandhi’s Civil Disobedience and Nonviolent Resistance
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn famously said, “the line separating good and evil passes . . . right through every human heart.” Humanity has always struggled internally, in the space between our better angels and our darker thoughts. As division and hate blight our body politic, the compelling moral power of Gandhi’s satyagraha remains a vibrant and ever-relevant resource. Martin Luther King, Jr. and others in the Civil Rights Movement were deeply inspired by . . . (An essay by Jonathan English)
