See me as I am,crooked legs,crouched, twistedbent, another wordreflected, from anger,reflected, from pain,how I see myself,inept…
Light flows out of idling buses
The reading was about the difference between loneliness and aloneness, empty ache and peaceful solitude. It really…
The cool wind stirs the bud-less tress, its sound is unfamiliar and hollow. The cats patrol the house as the freon cycles in the…
This morning I drove into some nearby hills and discovered an incredible view of Mount Washington. I am not the first to consider this an awesome…
There comes the point when it feels finished; you’re welcome to join me at Solitude Point.
Siddhi of Self
Pete, you asked for more, but I will have to start at the beginning, well, you know what I mean, in a nutshell, it was not anyone’s fault…