Lords of beyond, hear my words and heed them true
There is a dried leaf of basil on my desk. It sits curled on itself. Dead and majestic with a dried yellow and brown like royalty. It makes one think of the little perfections of Nature. This dead piece of a plant’s lung and mouth, if back on the soil, becomes nutrition to earth. The cycle…
Fear and sloth, it’s time to face you
Long have we walked hand in hand
But I’ve grown now, we must part ways
Like parents you have caressed me
I came late to dinner with her. What she doesn’t know is I’m never on schedule. Something about it bothers me. My boss knows it. Lucky…
