And it was at that age...
... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were... More »
... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were... More »
I've been watching several people who are close to me, some of whom I've been inexplicably connected. Certainties are falling away from them, they look around and the ground they've built a world upon seems... More »
I bounced from coast to coast this past week - flying on a day's notice to LA for a flurry of meetings, not even enough time to fill the spaces opening up. Monday morning, I... More »
So... I write this big entry on spiritual elitism, manage to carry a dialogue on for a while about it... and then I disappear completely. What happened? You know, much as I would love for... More »