I Fumbled in the Darkness for My Wings But they were broken. So I abandoned flight, and took to walking, though “maps” and “destinations” were unfamiliar to me. I’m looking for an adventure, now, in my wingless, flightless state. So... Continue Reading →
Why Are You Angry with the Moon? It’s a simple satellite. It can’t help its pull on the tides. The moon’s round dumb face smiles at us, a not-quite-there cousin, perhaps, or a conversant lingering too long after the chat... Continue Reading →
Losing Control Let this moment be worthless. Let it dangle, not particularly connected to anything. Do nothing redeemable in the next few seconds. Don’t destroy, and don’t construct. Let’s not put a hand in anything. Let’s be pointless, large, and... Continue Reading →
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