FractaLife

I’ve Been Collecting Poems All Day

I’ve been collecting poems all day.

They must have been written by a woman — 
 I don’t care from where or when — 
It doesn’t matter if she offers her fragrance to her son or daughter, to her father, a stranger or to her God. It doesn’t matter.

Monuments of the Anthropocene

Drifting in North Philadelphia

“People can see nothing around…

A Flash of Morphing

Apart of a world so far,

Losing my brother to cancer…one year later

Feelings of pain, fond memories, and odd coincidences keep me connected to the brother I lost to cancer.

Interrupted Journeys

One Family’s Struggle with Addiction

String

Make your mania your music

How to interpret the 7 hermetic principles in the light of science

Relating the seven hermetic…

You are a beautiful piece of rock!

A place wakes up

Is Snape actually Petrarch — a 13th century Italian poet?