Review

Snowbound

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I can’t walk far or drive away. I’m here, deep in snow. Still, I can follow the heart better than on a sunny day….

Tears

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Forty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…

Notices

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Once an Irishman in his coffin had to be wrapped from foot to chin in English wool, not Irish linen. I saw this notice:…

Voices

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I’ve been asking myself this question, “What role does creation – nature, wilderness areas, the physical world, getting away from urban environments – play…

Ideal Cities

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When it comes to the work of Kim Beck, expect to be fully enveloped by the environments she creates, through the power of her...