Unemployed Imagination.

They say you can't go home again, but I don't buy it. The idea of a home , that is. It's a conceit, believing that we belong to...

Fight the battle in the skies. The stars will guide you. If you pay attention to the ways they move, you can transmit purity. The universe w...

The falling light dances briefly on the water ripples...dusk is coming, and the birds are singing their evening songs. Underneath the sounds...

I tip my hat to the scrub jay; he's there every morning. Like the squirrels. Like the ravens. The mockingbirds don't want anything t...

Papa's got a brand new bag. It's full of misery and self-reproach. It's stuffed with injustices he couldn't let go. The bag ...

Quiet please. I need a moment. The air is thin. The light is too bright. There is just too much noise; I can't hear my thoughts. I don...

Does it matter what I say? Not if you have paraffin in your ears. Not if you're talking too much to listen. Not if you're chewing an...