How I Wake
Hours of thought Jet beads and tiny pyrite nodules. I ask myself and have been Asked, How do I wake … Continue reading How I Wake
Hours of thought Jet beads and tiny pyrite nodules. I ask myself and have been Asked, How do I wake … Continue reading How I Wake
Tonight, as I sat in the Blue Hour–clean, fed, plenty of ink and paper to take my thoughts, every immediate … Continue reading Seeing and Doing: The Question of Happiness
That the world has many troubles, Injustices perpetrated upon the defenseless While benefices adorn the unworthy and corrupt, Is not … Continue reading The Importance of Possible