Steve Gold

The Thing Is to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weighs you down like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think,  How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no...

Natural Causes We have all heard the phrase “died from natural causes”. How about “lived by natural causes”? --Steve Gold, with many thanks to Andrea Gibson, Colorado poet laureate

Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer. People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. We’re so...