Issue 443 | The Sun Magazine

November 2012

Readers Write


Torn pants, a little pink toothbrush, a C-shaped scar

By Our Readers
The Dog-Eared Page

excerpted from
Creating An Enlightened Society

The premise of Shambhala vision is that, in order to establish an enlightened society for others, we need to discover what inherently we have to offer the world.

By Chögyam Trungpa


My mother and I could always look out the same window without ever seeing the same thing.

Gloria Swanson

The Sun Interview

If Only We Would Listen

Parker J. Palmer On What We Could Learn About Politics, Faith, And Each Other

There are people on the far Right and far Left who can’t join in a creative dialogue about our differences — say, the most radical 15 or 20 percent on either end. But that leaves 60 or 70 percent in the middle who could have that conversation, given the right conditions. And in a democracy, that’s more than enough to do business.

By Alicia von Stamwitz
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Unraveling Ties Of The Universe

When she leaves you, you’ll bleed from your nose in your sleep. This cannot be stopped. The blood will go through the sheets. It will soak deep into the fibers of the mattress, and you will sleep on this forever.

By Jonathan Starke
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Please Don’t Vote For Me

The Right claims that Occupy Wall Street is secretly dominated by anarchists, but the real inner cabal is composed of smart academics. This movement has learned from all the failed activism of the last forty years. In the 1960s young hippies attempted to overthrow the established order, but their values were completely opposed to those of the working class. Now the young hippies have signs that say, We Are the 99%. (Besides, the working class is no longer scared of long hair.) The Occupiers also refuse to be pushed to the left. They don’t attack capitalism or even the war in Afghanistan. They just say over and over, “Why did they bail out the banks but not us?”

By Sparrow
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Easily Led

“I’ll be the one with the long white beard,” my old boyfriend tells me. His voice on the phone is low and hesitant, but he’s coming to pick me up right away. Thirty-five years ago he was my first lover, and I am coming back to visit him because I’m alone in England, where he lives, and so is he.

By Gillian Kendall


In the woods I saw box turtles mating, and I got down on my hands and knees to watch. The female had brown, mournful, thick-lidded eyes, a hooked beak like a bird, and a delicate, curving mouth. She stretched her wrinkled neck away from the male. I felt sorry for her.

By Miciah Bay Gault

Wild Weeds

We were sweeping his father’s driveway, / contemplating whether kissing a guy / would be anything like kissing a girl.

By Dane Cervine

First Kiss

One thing no one ever informs you of when you get ready to kiss a girl / For the first time is where to put your nose: do you lay it alongside / Hers, like a skipper eases his ship along a dock, or do you take turns, / Alternating left and right?

By Brian Doyle