The hell of war is always deeply personal. The loss of a life, a limb, or a whole social arrangement […]
I scraped a footpath thru an underdeveloped tract of forest. I use the word “forest” because it came with the […]
I find it curious that an artist, a painter, in fact, like Monet, could do a series of pieces involving […]
The remains the body belonged to… We are all simply visitors. We are all passing through from arrivalto departure. We […]
Language is a human-level tool It’s as crude as it can be miraculous seriously a single word – sound – […]
As we rake this next shared breath together each as best we can each as we need it enough for […]
As I gently and genuinely seek your truth,you, as gently and genuinely,are showing me mine. I did not expect that. […]
I cannot capture spirit. This is true. (What would be the point of pinning a butterfly.) Spirit either is meor […]
The flipping ofand filling ofthese pages is an actin the direction of love. I hardly am awareof what I’m attemptingto […]
You know, All I honestly state is that my path is a path…to suggest that I feel, think or wishthat […]
