We too lie in drifts at your feet with folds in our skin deep enough to swallow lifetimes of loose memories Thoughts that are best left unexpressed pressed between our furrows We too float even as we weep carried by air and water and dreams across the fierce boundaries that are guarded by the ghostsContinue reading “We Too”
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On the upper road
Time doesn’t matter on the upper road It stopped passing a long time ago The children here are descended from trees that wandered down the mountain before there were leaves The forest knows how to make itself still and let the sky come to it The birds know just how to call to theContinue reading “On the upper road”
Magic
In days gone by there was a thing called magic that was not a joke. There was nothing of illusion about it. It was, for a long time, the most powerful force that any of us knew. It did not go away so much as hid its face behind a series of masks that weContinue reading “Magic”
Day 54
Day 54 – Total confirmed cases in US: 1,256,972 For my penultimate plague diary, I wrote a diatribe about Trump, his supporters, and the Republican Party, but decided against posting that. And I’ll tell you why… I have been intermittently studying the philosophies of Stoicism and Taoism. They have quite an overlap for schools ofContinue reading “Day 54”
Day 42
Day 42 – Total confirmed cases in US: 939,249 There is something ominous about monotony, like waiting for something new and different to come is mixed with fear that the new thing is going to be even worse than the old one. They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing overContinue reading “Day 42”
