The Last Art Gallery (Part II)
“I stepped onto the stone with both feet and this is what I saw. Again the glowing puff of cloud …
Category Archives: Shaman/Poet
The Last School
I vividly recall the day I sat reading a book nearly twenty-five years ago and my literature professor scurried by, …
The Humble Shall Inherit The Earth
“I exist as I am, that is enough, if no other in the world be aware I sit content, And …
The Language Barrier
“But beyond that [the normal daylight working of the intellect] there is a thinking in primordial images—in symbols that are …
GraceHoper, When You Can Snatch The Pebble From My Hand…
I was a teacher once. I even taught an ex-diplomat, an amazing man who had been Canadian High Commissioner to …
On The Pedestalizing Of Books
“Privation and suffering alone can open the mind of a man to all that is hidden to others.”—Words of the …
A Tale Of Two Books…
“…but bear in mind that the word is not the thing, and that the description, however detailed, however intricate, however …
Who But An Artist…?
This is a short post. Sonny-Boy is coughing and sleep has suffered, plus much of my spare time has been …
Even Outside The Box… Is Box!
Last weekend a family friend, I’ll call her Robyn, was over for dinner with her two young boys. While the …
A Good Place
I’m thinking of Xenon, how I’ve rarely seen him outside the hushed precinct of the Omphalos Cafe, and how there …
Omphalos Cafe 