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On the bravery of Private Godfrey—a Remembrance Sunday meditation

And a world begins under the map—On the need to make errors and poetically, creatively, magically, invoke new worlds of being

This monument is for the unknown good in our enemies—A few thoughts on the idea of the "the Good" (or "God") in the context of Remembrance Sunday and Armistice Day, drawing on a poem by the American poet and pacifist, William Edgar Stafford (1914-1993)

The great mutual blindness darkened that sunlight in the park—A Remembrance Sunday memorial address for all those killed in war, including those who were, or still are, our enemies

A cadence of peace might balance its weight on that different fulcrum — Remembrance Sunday 2018

You Reading This, Be Ready: Ridding ourselves of “The Future” that we might have a future