Hush, Little Bird
Her voice was not strong. But it was powerful in softness, clear in tone. After dozens of services hearing her struggle with melody, she sang in perfect harmony.
Studied psychology and writing, works at a design firm. Film junkie, amateur photographer. (’16)
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jul 25, 2018 | 0 comments
Her voice was not strong. But it was powerful in softness, clear in tone. After dozens of services hearing her struggle with melody, she sang in perfect harmony.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jun 25, 2018 | 0 comments
The story tells us that when God sees Adam’s loneliness, he decides to create another creature, but not an equal.
by Jack Van Allsburg | May 25, 2018 | 0 comments
Every letter must only be assigned a single sound. Every sound in the English language must be represented as a letter. Each letter should be based on a regular Roman glyph with minimal, intuitive diacritic use.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Apr 25, 2018 | 0 comments
The repetitions of my life—days, stories, conversations, sounds, meals, images, kisses, hugs, dreams—are like interlocking houndsteeth, but somehow unbound by form, unbridled by geometry.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Mar 25, 2018 | 0 comments
I believe every crushed spider, on some level, represents a failure to respect and love the world we’ve been given.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Feb 25, 2018 | 0 comments
The reason I think about Samson often is that he was a legend, but he seems just as human as the rest of us. He was selfish, deceptive, and disobedient, and yet, we remember him as a hero.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jan 25, 2018 | 0 comments
Deep in the those woods, where the Severn River winds through White spruces and Balsam firs, I wonder if any of the trees are old enough to have lived during both Jack’s lifetime and my own.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Dec 25, 2017 | 1 comment
It’s really a reflection on what it means to be part of anything, both by birth and by choice, something universal, but told with a strong Dutch-American “accent.”
by Jack Van Allsburg | Nov 25, 2017 | 0 comments
You have to choose a direction every single day and hope you’ve chosen right.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Oct 25, 2017 | 0 comments
While we were talking, your mom shouted from upstairs that we should go outside—there were northern lights showing.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Sep 25, 2017 | 0 comments
I thought that I would feel more in touch with nature after. Like I had somehow participated in an older way of living, or taken on some inherited, but forgotten role in the forest. But instead I felt sick.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Aug 25, 2017 | 0 comments
I had actually forgotten that I could just go buy a pet.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jul 25, 2017 | 0 comments
His dangerous trip had unearthed something remarkable: a fully functioning ecosystem that had survived without sunlight and with barely any oxygen for millennia.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jun 25, 2017 | 0 comments
But that Saturday, while I was still in bed, I got another call from my mom. I knew from her first word the reason she was calling. Very early that morning, my grandfather had died in his sleep. I wept.
by Jack Van Allsburg | May 25, 2017 | 0 comments
We see the world as if we were a child actually in the home of Gasazi, not as an adult or some disembodied gaze.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Apr 25, 2017 | 0 comments
This is where we are. The reduction of a decades-long debate with life-changing ramifications to a billboard. Or a bumper sticker. Or a sound bite.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Mar 25, 2017 | 0 comments
I recently took a picture of a dumpster while scouting a location for work. My coworker ‘s reaction was basically a polite, but baffled acknowledgment: “ah, yes, that is a dumpster.”
by Jack Van Allsburg | Feb 25, 2017 | 0 comments
The difficult task we’ve all received is—like Vonnegut—seeking the slippery truth buried in muddiness and mess.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jan 25, 2017 | 0 comments
There’s a song I’ve had stuck in my head for over a year now. And not just the music—it’s like the idea of the song is stuck in my head.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Dec 25, 2016 | 0 comments
Every day since then, when I wake, the first thing I experience is that ringing.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Nov 25, 2016 | 0 comments
And I invited my dad to join me. At the time, I wasn’t sure of the precise reasons I did it, it just felt right. In retrospect, I think I understand it better.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Oct 25, 2016 | 0 comments
Only 10 percent of American teenagers could name the world’s 5 major religions.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Sep 25, 2016 | 0 comments
And this scares me. Really scares me. Because our brains are wired for forgetting.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Aug 25, 2016 | 0 comments
Sometimes my mind gets stuck on things. For the last five years or so, it’s been stuck on a person: Jai Paul.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jul 29, 2016 | 0 comments
Because when it comes to people I know who are both 1. my age and 2. genuinely proud of our country, the list grows thin.