There is more to life than picking at scabs.It is a shattering moment when we realizelife consists mostly of…
The Age of Miracles is at hand…
Life is mouthful of rocks,but chewed slowly enough,the stony taste subsides.
I bludgeoned my brainswith a book, forgettingto remember the wordsof wisdom that once tookMy breath away.
Events lead to consequences,to contradiction and complexity.Who you are. Who you were.A chasm spanned by what…
A world already a few steps beyond too much…
No writing is ever finished, just interrupted.
practice, practice, practice…