Wending Which Way Posted on 09/12/2022 by Michael Gray The two lanes of traffic streaming past each other on roads and interstates seem unrelated to each other, except in the sense that some...
Words Can Harm or Help Posted on 09/04/2022 by Michael Gray Don’t get me wrong. I love words. Sometimes words feel like the inhalations and exhalations that mark the flowing stream of life. The time...
Life’s First Encounters Posted on 08/22/2022 by Michael Gray Last week, my mother would have been 104 years old. “Would have” because she died 32 years ago. I don’t know the exact day...
Tomorrow Finally Came Posted on 07/31/2022 by Michael Gray While I was living on Planet Earth, which was until quite recently, I never referred to ‘tomorrow’ as anything other than a period of...
Everything Flows, so that We may Live Posted on 11/15/2021 by Michael Gray Pondering–if that is the right term for thoughts that arise in the loose weave of imagination–I thought how a city’s water supply could be...
Clear Sailing Posted on 01/28/2020 by Michael Gray How easy it is to lose track of all the space that permeates every part of our embodiment and lies within every surface that...
Reaching the Great Water Posted on 03/04/2019 by Michael Gray I have been influenced by a way of looking at life—my life, all of life—that hovers beyond words and concepts, even while it nourishes...
Four Poems by Ken McKeon Posted on 12/11/2018 by Michael Gray After Reading A Customized Classified Position Found out today that I, retired now for years,Occasionally house bound with ms, Am still wanted, ...
BE the Squirrel (3 by Ken McKeon) Posted on 06/12/2018 by Michael Gray Thanks, Nancy You want the news. Well, out back a dying tree Found a degree of New life with late springtime rain, I mean...
The Weaver is Being Woven. Posted on 05/09/2018 by Michael Gray In my own life, I have experienced recurrent changes in how my eyes viewed my world: in 1968, after a fire expelled me from...