Hubris
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Be a Master, Every Day
“Before I explain what I mean by survival, let me clarify that the mastery I speak of is not simply the control of breath and body, but of thoughts, speech, behavior towards others,…
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John’s Daddy’s Blue Truck
“John’s Daddy was a firm believer in the afterlife. It was all that kept him going. There had to be some reason, some make-up for all of the bullshit that life threw at…
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Four Poems for The Providential Reader
“But to remember something we need to forget/something, a different truth. My grandmother/believed that if you dab any convenient spot on your body/with iodine daily/it will help you keep your memory in old…
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Remembered Springs
“Every summer, my mother, whose stage name was Sherry Linden, worked as a pianist/singer in different resort towns throughout New England. When I was eleven, she began working at the famous Oceanside Hotel,…
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Psalm 22: Honest to God
“But, Oh Best Beloved, without psalms of lament, we are cut off from our anger or our grief. We give up the opportunity to be honest with God about our emotions. Just as…
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“Hello, Sensei!”
Squibs & Blurbs By Jerry Zimmerman Editor’s Note: When I lived, edited, and taught Iyengar Yoga (briefly) in Sensei Zimmerman’s beautiful dojo, I gently strong-armed him into writing about his passion and his…
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Barefoot Boy with Snake
Above The Timberline By Wayne Mergler Editor’s Note: It has been an aeon since Wayne Mergler wrote for Hubris (the column below ran in June of 2011, back when the magazine was a…
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Becky Dennison Sakellariou’s Almond Tree Song
“When I dive into the writing of a poem, I am entering an altered state, inhabiting a world of remembering, reimagining and reconstructing that can transcend the world that already exists. In order…
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A Farewell to Donkeys
“Growing up on the island of Mykonos in the 1960s, my brother and I were the only blond and blue-eyed children in sight. In fact, we were among the very first foreigners to…
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A Muslim Musician Speaks
“At the end of the gig, a group of four people came up to me. I don’t think they were from the City; my guess would be they were from somewhere in the…