Moments of recognition are difficult. Say you’re an artist, or maybe an activist. Maybe you’re a journalist, or even a politician. Whatever you do, there is always a moment where you look out that the world and realize that everything … Continue reading→
After the Latest Mass Shooting By Janet Barry That it rains today, in sullen spits, grey pouring over the mountains, mist clinging to the half mast flag oozing out her red white and blue in drops of blood on the … Continue reading→
Sightings of the Buddha By Janet Barry IIIStone at Lingyin, Temple of Soul’s Retreat, founded 328AD We are hot and tired and not quite sure what town we are even in. He is clearly the most wretched beggar I … Continue reading→
Abacus By Janet Barry Do not take too much stock of things, my dear, just don’t. For what if you know exactly how many spoons you have, and then one day there is one less, missing, so where did it … Continue reading→
