Tag Archives: River
What nature makes is better. The right angles that I focus on are not found in what flows easily, naturally. My mind finds the right angles, my heart, the flow. Simple as that. Or this… I can’t write about anything … Continue reading
I have gained weight in the last year. I work with people all day every day on this issue and here I am having gained enough weight that I know that other people notice, wonder, question. Enough that it is … Continue reading
What is a truth and a lie? A photograph is the lie sitting, like a spider in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What … Continue reading
My ridiculous separateness from you is the mirage, Laughing behind me, always, is a river that waits for nothing. Mostly I am the last to know this, But maybe, for the waiting, I feel more it’s effortless power to take … Continue reading
In my dream dogs run, Grass bends; I hear them gallop. A river turns north.