what if our homes were places not where you retreat from the big bad world but what if they were places of hospitality where we welcome people in and we share life with them and we ask them about their hopes and dreams and… their failures?

kurt hannah

here’s another painting generated by one of the kidlingers during a saturday morning painting session…

i’m painting with kidlingers on a saturday morning… here’s one of their creations…

there are three new coffeehouse junkie podcasts (link) available this month. the recent episode features an essay i wrote — for a poetry writing workshop I’m teaching at the flood fine arts center — titled ‘the echo.’ also included are … Continue reading

Even when we try to avoid looking at screens, our eyes are naturally drawn to their flickering lights. The dazzling special effects of our iPhones and our video games stimulate our brains more powerfully than reality. Given the option of looking at the slow pace of nature unfold or the frenetic speed of a big budget movie playing on a tiny screen, we often choose the screen. […] Our visual addiction is masking our fear of feeling existence to its fullest.

Screen Addiction, Adbusters (via somethingchanged) (via jomc)

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and the sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.

Ernest Hemingway in Esquire, December 1934 (via 52books)

confirmed… i have a visual on snow flurries in south asheville… kidlingers are in revolt & searching for their hoth battle suits…

this morning, i think i’ve heard more sacred hymns on npr’s giving thanks program than i’ve heard in the church i’ve attended for eight years… weird… um, so, happy thanksgiving day & imma eat some bbq now…