Sitting atop Ancient cinder cone Amongst fog burnt daylight, Conifer and Evergreen spires – Ah! What a feeling!
Consumption (A Poem)
When you are a consumer, you’re also the consumed. lines of identity are a blur so now we have to assert our individuality, put a filter on reality and take your medicine. The Materialists say that it’s the only way to survive the harsh realities of nature, and we’re inclined to believe them, because it’s…
An Hour or So in the Park (Haibun)
Yesterday we walked through the woods only with the intention to explore. We were confined only by the limitations of our mind and that of the park borders. We forgot to ask about what we would be doing in an hour. We left behind the fancy of thought lost in the hours that have yet…