The 60-Second Sabbath

Loss

  • Blood-Letting

    They once let bloodto cure madness. What must we releaseto end our ennui? Bring the basin;sharpen the blade. Bleed me 'til I care once more. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Blood-Letting

    They once let bloodto cure madness. What must we releaseto end our ennui? Bring the basin;sharpen the blade. Bleed me 'til I care once more. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Texting

    A billion text messagewill be sent today.Gather them togetherand weigh their worth.What has been said, really? The next text you send,let it have meaning.Your next post to Facebook–wait until you're ready to speaksome measure of truthdeep from the heart.Your next… Continue reading

  • Grief

    In that moment–that split second of inexpressible loss–she felt herself both diminish and expand. And while her mind yet reeledat the harsh actuality of it,something shifted deep within,reoriented in the direction of truthand therefore freedom. She would not understand this… Continue reading

  • The Empty Glass

    "This is me," he said,picking up the glass and holding it,bottom side up,in the air between them;"Completely empty." Post-divorce,released from his job,out of his foreclosed home,zero-balanced in all accounts:"Emp-tee."He righted the glass and set it back on the table. "My… Continue reading

  • The Path

    So you,too,tread the pathto the sacred?Share with me your observations. I feel like a memberof a secret society,where identifying fellow-travelerstakes great sensitivityand the practical skillsof silence and patience,until the light of another–unexpectedly–touches me. And…? I anticipate (and find) joywhile being… Continue reading

  • Kiss Me

    "Kiss me," he said, "or I shall die,die of a battered heart." "Oh, please," she said. "Your drama putsthe cart before the horse.You shall not die; you'll just be sad;I've often trod this course.'I'll die! I'll swoon! The bucket kickwithout… Continue reading

  • My Job

    There are times I think,"No one else in the worldholds the knowledge and experienceto do my job." And there are times I think,"The job I docould sink into oblivion this afternoonwith nary a ripple in the pond." So what do… Continue reading

  • Rheumatoid Arthritis

    On a scale of 0ne to ten,his pain hovers at eight. "Why complain." It's not a question;it's a statement. Even his partner can forgethis love's daily struggle for normalcy. The only logical option?Carry on.  Self-pity denies life,and life is what… Continue reading

  • The Tears of Fish

    Small fish, lost fish,swimming in search of home: When you cry,what happens to your tears? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading