I thought I would write tonight about a hero… but when I re-read the haiku from earlier there seemed to be more on the theme. WTH? Hell or high water hell on wheels hell in a handbasket to hell and … Continue reading →
How high the water? •
Is Satan nipping at you? •
Better buckle down. Continue reading →
The ground, pushing up, •
pushes me up and again •
out of my own way. Continue reading →
>When I lean against the wind, my eyes closed, •
the only thing that holds my trembling self Continue reading →
…in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach… Continue reading →
When any real progress is made, we unlearn and learn anew what we thought we knew before.
