Categoría: essay

  • The dance of life by Susana Cabaço

    The dance of life by Susana Cabaço

    The dance of life unfolds everywhere under silent, sacred tones. Different pairs dance together to this everlasting composition that keeps reverberating from celestial spheres throughout the universe—from your closest surroundings to the farthest galaxies. It’s a subtle dance of energy and matter, consciousness and form, beings and things, in any…

  • Can a Toxic Leader lead change? by Edward Ortiz

    Can a Toxic Leader lead change? by Edward Ortiz

    A lot of people in my WP community know that I’m passionate about the subject of leadership, and I spend a significant amount of time reading and researching it. As I work on building my own way of understanding leadership and answering some big questions I have, I want to…

  • The awareness of death and the language that names it by María José Luque Fernández

    The awareness of death and the language that names it by María José Luque Fernández

    Graciela Pisano states that “what differentiates human beings from animals is the awareness of death.” This awareness is not merely knowing that we will die —something that could also be affirmed biologically— but knowing ourselves as mortal in a symbolic, existential sense. That is, to live under the weight and…

  • Reframing life by Susana Cabaço

    Reframing life by Susana Cabaço

    Change starts within. And it often starts with a shift of perspective. A powerful insight or profound realization is enough to change the way you perceive reality. Seeing things, situations, and people differently puts in motion an energetic rearrangement of the physical template, bringing magical unfoldings to light. Shortly put,…

  • I am still alive… by John Coyote

    I am still alive… by John Coyote

    I am still alive… She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy woman and I asked her. I am lost and do not know what I need. Once I…

  • Miriam Celeste Pedro Rodríguez Miranda (Translated by Edward Ortiz)

    Miriam Celeste Pedro Rodríguez Miranda (Translated by Edward Ortiz)

    Today, I’m sharing another poem by my grandfather-in-law, Pedro Rodríguez Miranda. The poem, Miriam Celeste, was dedicated to his only daughter. The name has a divine connotation, as you will see in the poem. Miriam is of Hebrew origin and is believed—among other meanings—to signify “beloved.” Celeste comes from the Latin Caelestis, meaning “heavenly” or “celestial.”…

  • Humane touch by Susana Cabaço

    Humane touch by Susana Cabaço

    How much peace there is in the thought of having nothing to prove and nothing to achieve? Are you able to touch your endless depository of calm just by considering it? Society teaches doing, getting, and accomplishing as if your life in particular and life as a whole depend imperatively…

  • WRITING IN TRYING TIMES by Caroline Donahue

    WRITING IN TRYING TIMES by Caroline Donahue

    This week has been one of the strangest I have experienced in my life, and I am sure that this has been the case for you as well. For the first time in our lives, we are experiencing something all together, regardless of nationality or location. In the past, there…

  • Chasing Immortality: A Philosophical and Political Reflection by Edward Ortiz

    Chasing Immortality: A Philosophical and Political Reflection by Edward Ortiz

    “While you live, while you may, become good.” – Marcus Aurelius It seems that the subject of immortality has entered my world over the past couple of months. First, I watched a Netflix documentary, Don’t Die: The Man Who Wants to Live Forever, which narrates the bizarre experiment that Bryan…

  • Martial Law Implemented in the Neighboring Country by C J Anderson-Wu

    Martial Law Implemented in the Neighboring Country by C J Anderson-Wu

    First, the tourists disappear from the shopping areas, their nasal-sounding language no longer heard. Second, the travelers are missing from the Airbnbs that once accommodated them, their cheerful laughter no longer lingering at night. Third, the soap operas that allowed us to cry with our beloved actors are no longer…

  • A Review of Snigdha Agrawal’s “Fragments of Time (Memoirs)” by Barbara Leonhard

    A Review of Snigdha Agrawal’s “Fragments of Time (Memoirs)” by Barbara Leonhard

    Fragments of Time: Memoirs (Notion Press, February 11, 2025) is an inspiring legacy of one person’s life of legends. In her memoir, Snigdha Agrawal weaves us into her art as though we are threads in the tapestry of her being. The “fragments” (memories) from her birth to her senior years…

  • Distraction-less by Susana Cabaço

    Distraction-less by Susana Cabaço

    How easy it is to get distracted these days?! Even if your intentions are clear and elevated and your focus is sharp, there is always a chance of getting out of your inner alignment and individual path to wander in the quite often superficial and pointless fields of the contemporary…

  • Letter from Istanbul By John RC Potter

    Letter from Istanbul By John RC Potter

    Note: This essay was originally published by The Montreal Review. “Allahu akbar!” The repeated Arabic call to prayer issued by the nearby mosque (‘cami’ in Turkish, ‘masjid’ in Arabic) is the first sound I hear early each pre-dawn morning. The modern mecca of Istanbul has been known historically as Byzantium,…

  • First Day of the Rest by Christina Chin & Michael Hough (Nun ProphetPress)Reviewed by Taofeek Ayeyemi

    First Day of the Rest by Christina Chin & Michael Hough (Nun ProphetPress)Reviewed by Taofeek Ayeyemi

    The beauty of Japanese poetry forms lies in both their strictness in form andflexibility in substance. There is renku, which split up to allowing individualhokku (which became haiku). Then haiku led to haiku sequence, haiga (which ishaiku scribbled on a photo or image), and haibun (haiku accompanying a prosepoetry). And…

  • CATCH AS CATCH CAN by Robert Beveridge

    CATCH AS CATCH CAN by Robert Beveridge

    Two boys, four or five years old,standing about six feet apart,are playing catch on a sunny lawnwith a large black-and-white cat. They are tossing the cat carefullyback and forth, staggering underits weight, but they catch itevery time. Its heavy body dangleslimp, relaxed and purring. Any kind of love, no matter…

  • Leandro Feal, the Ninja Photographer

    Leandro Feal, the Ninja Photographer

    By KATHERINE PERZANT (https://nocountrymagazine.com) I I can hear the small stones falling because I am behind, they sound like the agitated tail of a rattlesnake… In blue jeans and a farmer’s shirt, the Cuban photographer Leandro Feal is climbing a staircase. The steps, though made of concrete, give way under…