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The Acrostic as Oblique Mirror

I have to catch my imagination by surprise. All my planning and plotting and sweating blood is best directed toward tricking myself into revealing what I didn’t know that I know. 

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The Spell of Story

I have a complicated relationship with story. I think we all do. A good story can be a wonderful thing. A story can transport and

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We Don’t Need Another Hero

Stories are powerful. They can enlighten, soothe, inspire, celebrate – and they can also justify, incite, and obfuscate.  It’s January 6 as I write this,

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Meanders Juanita Rockwell
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Josepine Facehead Remembers James Sellars, 1940-2017

I recently learned that James Sellars died this past February. James was an incomparable composer, thinker and force of nature and I can’t quite imagine that he’s gone. James used to call me Josepine ( which he pronounced “who’s-a-peen”) Facehead, for reasons of his own. I think he meant it affectionately, but who knows.

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Meanders Juanita Rockwell
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Splitting Atoms with a Butter Knife

I grew up with the A-Bomb. I knew that my mom and dad met during the war, working on the Manhattan Project in Oak Ridge, TN. This seemed somehow normal in our house. When I asked my dad what he did at work, he said he smashed atoms with a butter knife. It took me a while to start asking more complicated questions.

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Meanders Juanita Rockwell
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“I Know the World is Bruised and Bleeding…”

How the hell are we to respond to all the complexities of our world? War in other countries, corporate kleptocracy, persecution of our most vulnerable citizens, that person sitting across from us at the dinner table… Despair seems like a logical response.

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