The Long Journey Home

“Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun? Who made it always when it rises set: To go at once … More

The Little Death

“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.” — The … More


“To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the … More


It’s a dull autumn-gold Thursday afternoon as the screeching sound of birds etching themselves against the sky flies over the … More


The vacuum barrenness eats only when the night breaks into patches of in-congruent loneliness; images of revolution cures by electric … More