A Precipice at the Back of a Stuffy BusFebruary, 2020 Roar and whirr, somehow a soundtrack to my quiet thinking, unlikely and un-tranquil. Stuffy, rickety and an earlier...
Single Malt WhiskeySeptember 8, 2019 Thinking thinking thinking and trying to find. So many ideas in a scattering mind. Where is clarity? Calling from the...
On MeditationFootsteps downstairs stay the motion of my movement. Tossed about on the tide of my spine. A swirling ocean breaking, crashing and gaping...