Din

He cannot bear it, dull thud of shoes dropping onto worn planks well traveled by time, those changing tides, affronted ears plugged with cotton balls to silence the din. Wondering wryly to himself now do old people feign deafness, or is the world too much with them...

Conundrum

We live in a culture of individuality: what we aspire to, a filling ourselves up with ourselves. Ah, the miracle! We might well fear loneliness in quest for that unique seed we term Self. Still, something inside thrums, knows to its core we are not now, nor have we...

Hidden

Nature does this, splendiferously exhibiting herself in out of the way places, just because. There is no hidden agenda. Had my feet traveled another path at that moment – were I not attuned to nuance – I might have missed it. Would it matter to the...

CRUMBLE

Pieces of an intricate puzzle are how I assemble life, not pausing to consider position on the template nor noting how many fragments remain heaped on the fringes, awaiting destiny’s promptings. Days arrive on tradewinds blowing me this way and that, shuffling the mix...

SIMPLE

How can one decide best for another? I was born to embody my own desires. My life is right for me alone. It has not been easy, but does anyone dance through this earth walk who will not be transformed by it?