Poe-try or poetry?I was reminiscing about a future that’s lost. About a painting left unfinished. About potential that was drowned. A dream that was never dreamed. A story with no end is broken. Left impression-less, forgotten. I’m writing on the sand of time. May... See More »
Druidry TodayI was sitting in the little park between the towers where I live, sipping my morning coffee, when I noticed that the lower branches of the trees had been shaved off with a chainsaw, probably for daring to inconvenience us humans. In memory of my... See More »
