Certain things are ineffable. There are moments when we cannot dig deep enough into our storehouse of words and grasp the proper one. We cannot…
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The charismatic Would do well to remember: All is illusion. 18 September 2011
Leave a CommentUniversal movement Projected onto the minuscule: Leaves on the tree, From bud to autumn fire. Two leaves fall. One first, the other only moments after—…
Comments closedTransformative space Room to move into full self Leaves in a teapot 31 December 2009
Comments closedLines of longitude Given proper latitude Intersect again 20 December 2009
Comments closedThe flawed poet writes In reflectively flawed verse Achieving balance 11 December 2009
Comments closedNo haiku today. At times the hustle leaves me Too busy for words. 21 November 2009
Comments closedSimple food in hand. Peaceful dwelling around me. Insufficient funds. 19 November 2009
Comments closed‘A priori’ bang, Cause incommunicado. I must work today. 13 November 2009
Comments closedI think I don’t know. When I know too many things, My house is too small. 6 November 2009
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