All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.
Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.