Weep, weep, for the sacred ground Defiled and unearthed for its terrible power. Weep for the sunlit bright brief hour Of blue-green water...

You must become as a child; translucent, floating, born into the oceanic womb while depths within you, in turn, bring forth...

He sends rain down on the just until the torrents sweep them away, while the wicked eat of the fruit of the land, for indeed h...

Some days, you have to pretend to be alive. It will feel like a lie, until you remember that every pretense inevitably implies a pretende...

Even on days like this, when noon shines an apathetic twilight, there are some illusory escapes. The usual noise of traffic is drowned i...

On behalf of all cake-buyers everywhere, I would like to start out by affirming that a baker/decorator should have carte blanche to refuse a...

Spin, spin, spin, With your eyes clenched tight. You will probably pin The tail on the nose. That's alright. Innocence is bliss. I...