November 1988

Readers Write

First Kiss

At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer

By Our Readers
Quotations

Sunbeams

Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest, which co-mingle their roots in the darkness underground.

William James

Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Journey Into Zen

Zen is a religion for adults, although even adults have a hard time getting the hang of it. Children don’t need to understand it because they live it. That’s a paradox — a Zen paradox.

By Tom Hansen
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Waking Up Together

We are always infinite. What’s special about the moment is that it allows us to forget infinity and discover the joys of limitation.

By Paul Williams
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Homeless

I was just rousted off the floor of Grand Central Station by two cops, one of each race. It didn’t occur to me to say, “But I’m waiting for the train to Poughkeepsie!”

By Sparrow
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Notes On Sex And Love

Love is an energy. It is not something you can force. Love energy is something you can become receptive to, because it is always there underneath the surface. Love energy is joyous, and joy is always linked to sexual feelings. What we call sex is a small part of love energy.

By William Ashoka Ross
Fiction

Walking

Clea took my hand and we swung arms like little kids. At college, I would never hold hands walking down the street. But here, I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought.

By Deborah Shouse
Fiction

Lakestone, Minnesota

My heart bristled a little around the edges at the mention of Anna, but it was more like the wings of a bird, hit and dead on the highway, whose feathers flutter a moment from the movement of a passing Chevy.

By Natalie Goldberg