Little Wings: Realizing I’d become a man
by Wayne Lee I’m lying on a padded table, watching while Dominic tattoos little Mercury wings behind my anklebones on both feet. It’s a few days before my sixtieth birthday, and this is my present to myself. I’ve earned these wings. I deserve them. I’ve wanted to do this since I was 21, back when I was a dancer. I’m not a dancer anymore—in fact, some days I can barely walk — but I wanted to remind myself that, by God, I can still fly....
Dark waters and the dark night of the soul
by Brad Nixon I’m eighteen, working in the British Columbia bush with a bunch of guys. Wild and carefree, full of crazy and adventurous energy, we worked hard and played hard. Late one evening, following a trip to the local bar, on our way back to camp someone suggested a swim — skinny-dipping. Being the height of summer in the interior of BC, despite the lateness of the hour, everyone agreed this was a truly excellent idea....
Compassion and truth saves a relationship
by Alan Huyshe A relationship that had gone stale and distant suddenly changed one day. She said she’d met another man, had been seeing him for more than a month, and she was in love. I used the new-found courage and “warrior energy” that I had found in myself. I called her to face me and talk about this in person, not do it over the phone. She came and we sat down to talk. At first, there was a hardness in her that...
A Man’s Call to Man-Making
by Earl Hipp My wife and I met the Sudanese refugee Ojulu Agote and his family in 1993 through the sponsoring organization that brought them to the United States. Ojulu had experienced the horrors of tribal warfare and then the abuses of refugee life. After making his way through countless bureaucratic barriers, he was without any material resources. He and his family, living in a cockroach infested one-bedroom apartment, were facing...
Poetry: A knowing heart
by Eric Diamond Be thankful for the grief in autumn, rust on weathervanes, sour plums, and soothing words for the sad, four-leav’d heart. I let bygones be bygones, then went after bigger fish to fry. Try my speckled perch with artichoke heart. Numbed by news, dark grey overcoats of despair huddle in doorways in the city they call Broken Heart. Owls track scurrying field mice, while hawks cast shadows on wounded squirrels. Both covet...
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