Author: Mark McGivern

In preparation for his upcoming 2009 Canadian tour, Thomas H. Meyer was asked a few questions, to acquaint his anthroposophical audience with some of his lines of thought.Question: Which current events will you be speaking about with connection to Anthroposophy?Meyer: I would like to...

What comes to us from the widths of worldsWeaving the light through rays of space?Lifting the spirits, warming the heart,Bringing renewed courage for life?This is the gift of the second hierarchyHigh and lofty beings who bestowSubstance of love in tending devotion.That we may seize this...

Is this it?a labyrinthof many mansionsmostly darkhulking in the twilight?There arelightsfewandtwisting passages betweenYou navigateshiningnow and thenhere a batthere a cloud of mothsentering a lighted roomyou shine, so clearthe scales fallfrom eyes that shownaked truthfor a moment. Patrick Jackson...

Full moon on my rightangel on my left ‑myself, throbbingin between.Hot mask looks aroundseeks meaningsounds return shadowsseeking company.A fevered translationtwixt echo and cliffhangs breathlessunruffled.this landof the hooked beakand amber eye ‑shows watchful, symmetryfull silver, soft wingsenchanting presences.Gold roosts in my eye ‑the eagle in my...

Elana Wolff has published four books of poetry with Guernica: Birdheart (2001), Mask (2003), You Speak to Me in Trees (2006), a portion of which was short listed for the 2004 CBC Literary Award, also a finalist for the 2007 Acorn‑Plantos Award for People's Poetry,...

Sun the husband. August, strong.All Leo long he's shone this way. ConsequentlyEarth is thirsty‑ arid, unattractive. In‑side another wife is standing, mulling at the sink.She turns the water on whenever she wants.Wash, to rinse, and drink. Her neck and templesdewy where the seeds of sweat...

Night‑sky lidded, sleep about to buzz with what will bein the dream: Leigh's long lanky legssawn off at the shins like Ezekiel's angels', her deep‑set eyes‑blue beryl wheels‑ and human mutable beauty‑spark and tenor of electrum.I was shy the day in group we hammered frames...

When Babylon’s false edifice truly falls,And its rampart of broken words collapse.We will not grieve for its tumbling walls,Or mourn that its reign of division has lapsed.For words will no longer enclose and divide,Their meaning deception and separation.Speech will no longer merely ornament and hideIn...

Build your house threefold,As your body, threefold too,As your body’s music.Feel how legs hold you,Upright, firm, strong-As the soles of your feet-Sounding boards forEarth’s thrust and pull-Anchoring, resonating.Feel through themThe throb of earth’s basses.Feel this as you lay the foundation.Feel the airy light-filledChambers of your...

One day when the true story of the achievements of the twentieth century are written, alongside other innovators who have contributed to positive change in the world the name Ibrahim Abouleish will surely stand. Ibrahim Abouleish, born in Egypt and completing his university...