Thursday, January 31, 2013

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Having wasted my first fifty years, I drift to the banks of the Mississinewa and sit

The rocks here are rocks, the water is water,
and the spiny branches of trees are not bones.
Clouds keep sliding away,
and nothing clutches at the sky.

Well, maybe I do.
Crow, keep your opinion to yourself.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

accidents of light and shadow 2

why is there something, rather than nothing?

Wednesday, January 9, 2013