alternating bursts, •
the fireflies and the lightning •
fill my dark window Continue reading →
For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will connect the finite with the infinite. — Leo Tolstoy Continue reading →
No war was ever won •
by killing and revenging •
the children of all. Continue reading →
Whither thunderstorm? •
Where dwells instability? •
The night most humid. Continue reading →
chasing rainbows home •
hills softened, pinkly glowing •
bright green of wet roads Continue reading →
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.
