Daily Archives: August 31, 2014

…. I am weary of the sound of my own voice, my choice of tone, and pluck of phrase. There is no song left here, only the long -ing of an inkless heart, the inkling of a long road start, … Continue reading →

… There’s a man in the corner who says I should …….Listen: these trees have something to say; they collaborate with clouds. He’s loud, but I listen with care, anyway, because this world is spinning too fast for my taste, … Continue reading →