Hemlock
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
In due time, the fear leaves of its own accord and if it remains clenched all the time, we do not know.
We needed some “Robert” time, we needed to sit on the ground and watch the light
We are in flux – we are in process as is the world, as is the universe, as is all creation including that which created us in their image.