Tag Archives: Voice from the Whirlwind

Actually, I kinda like clouds…

Clouds are actually really beautiful, when I’m not feeling grey. A little about the aha! experience of 1984, when I permanently came out of my former self-hatred. Continue reading

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Helping Haiti (& telling Pat Robertson to STFU)

How can we help the people of Haiti in the aftermath of yesterday’s devastating earthquake? By sending them assistance — not by blaming them, as Christianist lackwit Pat Robertson so predictably does.

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Job 42.13

A poem based upon a verse in the Book of Job, with an account by a Kansas farmer who saw the inside of a tornado in 1928.

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Buddha in the coffee shop

My Side Street Saturday included an encounter with a handcarved Vietnamese Buddha of white-grey marble, which its owner hopes to sell as a fundraiser for Veterans for Peace. A little about Job, integrity, cold, & low atmospheric pressure, too.

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