A Metamorphosis

Why are we all staring at the same spot on the ground? Or at the same spotlessness of the sky?More

Nothing Left of You

“Only those who are, themselves, on the dusty road of becoming-dust can love others who (or that) have embarked on a similar journey at birth or at the time of their fabrication.” – Michael MarderMore

Calling Azur

For my grandmother’s fearless curiosity, which at one time brought the family an unforgettable friendMore

Enough, or, Let Them Be

The author of the world put down his pen and said Enough!  I have had enough of this, since it goes on ever in the same way.  Just a little change, the tiniest change, would do some good, it would do a world of good!  So he got out his tool kit and contemplated to…More