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e*lix*ir

e*lix*ir   #16
Twin Birthdays 2023
Poetry
 

TABLE OF CONTENTS


Editorial

• The Art of a Loving Correspondence

The Writing Life

• Trust in Poetry by Tami Haaland

Features

• The Beautiful Foolishness of Things, A collaborative work by poet Sandra Lynn Hutchison, composer Margaret Henderson, and painter Inger Gregory
• Writing Music for The Beautiful Foolishness of Things, by Margaret Henderson

Poetry

• Heather Anne Hutchison
• Victor Kulkosky
• Linette Kuy

Essays

• The Art of Losing by Victor Kulkosky
• Yearning for Water: The Story of a Traveling Quilt by Bradford Miller

Personal Reflections on Bahá’í Texts

• Fire and Paradise by James Andrews

Letters

• Dreaming of a Better Iran: A Letter to Our Fellow Citizens by a Few Bahá’í Students

Translations

• “I Want to Walk With You” translated by Bashir Sayyah

Comics

• Ruhi & Riaz by Eira

Voices of Iran

• Keeping the Eternal Garden by Maryam Afzal and Saam Mozafari
• Mrs. Mansouri’s Mission
• Nothing but the Sanctity of the Desert
• Five Days

Interviews

• Art and the Creative Process: An Interview with Hooper C. Dunbar by Nancy Lee Harper
• An Interview with Erfan Hosseini, Santur Player by Mehrsa Mastoori

Arts

• Paintings by Hooper C. Dunbar

State of the Art

• Books for Children by Allison Grover Khoury

Looking Back on Books

• Forty-eight Fragments by Imelda Maguire
• The Divine Melody: Song of the Mystic Dove by Lorraine Hétu Manifold
• Walking to Martha’s Vineyard by Franz Wright
• Soul of the Maine House by Bradford Miller

Films

• ‘Abdu’l-Bahá in France by Perry Productions


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Ann Sheppard

VICTOR KULKOSKY

Survivor

I don't have the math
to calculate the odds,
how a sea turtle,
shell cracked,
flippers drooping,
could come so close,
only a sheet of glass
between us that day
on Jekyll Island.

He, an injured survivor
taking refuge
in a new home
and me, a survivor,
taking refuge in libraries,
nature sanctuaries
and museums.

Maybe the only survivor
in the nest, the turtle
followed the light
of the full moon,
enormous at its perigee,
to the ocean, passing others
who slipped and tired
in the shifting sands
or fell prey to seagulls.

I know the turtle’s mind,
the impulse to survive.
for I have lived long
in my sanctuaries,
I have lived to tell of it —
how the most stalwart
of living things will find
their way to light.



Victor Kulkosky
Bio:   Victor Kulkosky recently retired from a more than twenty-year-long career in community journalism, during which he covered local government, education, crime, culture, and school sports. He made special efforts to cover girls’ sports and less-popular sporting events. In his retirement, he is undertaking a systematic study of the Bahá’í Writings as well as pursuing his interest in creative writing and photography. He is cautiously exploring how to weave the Bahá’í Faith into his creative work. He spent the first half of his life in New York City and now lives in Fort Valley, Georgia. He has journalism degrees from Fort Valley State University and the University of Georgia.