Intrinsic Heart

Facing the Moon, There Is No End All four seasons have the moon, and yet we admire it especially in autumn. The mountain is high and the water clear. In the sky of myriad miles, a round mirror flies. Forgetting...

My Life Is Not This Steeply Sloping Hour My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of many mouths,...

Poet, writer and screenwriter Jimmy Santiago Baca has published more than 30 books, and was awarded the Pushcart Prize, the American Book Award, the National Poetry Award, two Southwest Book Awards, and the International Hispanic Heritage Award. But he was...

Now You See It What you don’t see helps you see what you do see: the keyhole sharpens the thrill in your brain, even if there is no one in the room, shadows wafting across the white sheets as a...

The reason children are excited to see what comes next is because they don’t assume they already know. They don’t look at their thoughts about what something is, they explore. They expect the unexpected. But as adults we assume that...

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current glides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper;...