Cenote of Maya Blue – Part II

“Can’t you just stop smoking!” I asked from the pits of reason. Men can be pre-disposed to certain cancers and fates, but they’re pre-disposed even more if they succumb to it! – I thought to myself almost angrily, as if I were arguing with my own father. “It’s too late now, kid.” He laughed an…

The Ghost in the Arena

  The Ghost in the Arena     Writing is a blood-sport. And in many blood-sports you tend to find the influence of religion. Think of the superstitions of bullfighters. Or the outspoken religiosity of Muhammad Ali and George Foreman. Or the Zen-like spirituality of karate. Faith brings these fighters, who frequently flirt with death…

Odes to Unbelief

Between the soup and my eating it   Between the soup and my eating it I discover a new religion. Even as I watch the landscape of aqueducts Pass me by like a fleeing herd I feel an arm of godliness embracing The whole downcast horizon.   Between life and its travelling minutes, From riverbank,…

Malta: One Revolution Behind

  Science, testing absolutely all thoughts, all works, has already burst well upon the world—a sun, mounting, most illuminating, most glorious—surely never again to set. But against it, deeply entrench’d, holding possession, yet remains, (not only through the churches and schools, but by imaginative literature, and unregenerate poetry,) the fossil theology of the mythic-materialistic, superstitious,…

Impressions II

  The Homeless At Home   The television stares at her, watches her, flicks her over to the next channel – it goes loud, makes her giddy; but then she’s put on mute. Muted by the sunset that is seven o’clock. She runs up to her room and forces herself on her knees, kicking out…