The following is taken from a Facebook conversation I recently had with a Facebook friend (it has been revised slightly for this post)....

Excerpts from an Amazon review of my book Zen and Artificial Intelligence and Other Philosophical Musings by a Student of Zen Buddhism....

Preface My childhood, as I remember it through the lens of my childhood, was happy in that happy TV family situation comedy way of the...

Joe Rogan, a professional comedian, hosts an entertaining podcast which, on occasion, has been a forum for misinformation dangerous to...

“We have art so that we may not perish by the truth” --- Friedrich Nietzsche No agency. I will illustrate my point this way: at one time...

Craft Therapy I could glaze an urn with the bone-ash of a dead friend who kissed me last night in a nightmare. I could weave whatever...

The Future Belongs to the Creative. ​ Behind the frantic momentum of this 21st century, I believe, lies a simple, increasingly strained...

Philosophical musings on Zen and our secular world By Paul Andrew Powell Keywords: after-life free will God philosophy secular...

An Airplane Over a Forest Over the lovely Catholic Church over the unknown Superiors over the calm evening over the horizon of an ancient...

I Look at a Face close by the water. He carries a cane, intent on prayer like a child in many ways. The way he shakes his head. At his...

Destroying Angel poisonous as you are beautiful the moon grazes the wilderness its black veil its impressive dignity in fading spring a...

Buddha Nature The red-light blinking all night on Main St. The storefront’s Plate glass window in the vast blue sky. In the garden By the...

You are a disquieting muse in this mourning: Your fluted wings made silver by the sun After a long day of redemptive power Of having...

A wide mouth full of mud regurgitating debris. The usual stuff: Mattresses, bed ends, cups, carpets, chairs, a lawnmower. Each partially...

[1] See Paul Andrew Powell, (2004). Steady Bang: The Mysterious Disappearance of Sam Paradise. On the above issue, Paradise writes: “The...

It lay in the beauty, in the beauty of the story and in the beauty of the language in which it is told. The words of the deceased, even...

The following is an excerpt from the Prologue to my book of essays, Zen and Artificial Intelligence and other Philosophical Musings by a...

Environment Floating arms, passing clouds a few stray words a painting of the desert a world different from ours dim and uncertain and...

It's snowing again a land of snow and the world is a contraption about to combust She said a mixed-up assault of epistemic chaos those...

Two years-ago today, at 10:45 in the morning, my late wife, Veronica Powell, was struck by a truck while walking near Harvey Park. She...