As usual, I started going through my normal evening reflection as I walked out of my workplace to…
His name was Alejandro Saenz, a woodcarver. A man who at some point in his still then relatively young life had determined that life was best waded through from the…
Sleep is what you ask for, quietly,When we meet beyond midnight.Yet another unknown face
So internal is the error of our ways
Blind to its existence in the length of our days
I often wonder what we mirror and reflect from each other
I went to Starbucks to get a hot chocolate because I’m cold. And it is New…
There was a boy named Chance who met me many mornings as I entered my workplace some years ago. He was an unkept child, with shoes or…
he rested his knuckleson his chin -striking a solemn pose;his breath dampening…
Nothing has to happen
and everything can happen
“Spend a little more time trying to make something…
“Instead of saying that the (inanimate) universe doesn’t give a damn about whether we live or die (and that from the perspective of the universe our existence is utterly insignificant), we are invited to consider a possibility which makes us even less exceptional: that we are mere perversions, strange…
…or pink lens?
My mornings usually start the same way: check my phone. Partially because I text my son every…
Strolling through the trees
I smile at the evergreens
Never mind how thorny things get,that this tricky year never ends,I’m sorry for everyone in the north,but I’m happy because it’s…