Playing With The Dance Of Life
We humans are a muddle headed, tragi-joyous melange, ever seemingly lost and only now and then touching the divine, that …
We humans are a muddle headed, tragi-joyous melange, ever seemingly lost and only now and then touching the divine, that …
In the past I would have walked the streets until my legs gave out. But one of them gave out …
*** Sitting here at the kitchen table, cast propped on a chair and tea at my elbow, pondering the interconnectedness …
I don’t get many hits. When I first launched this humble site I mistakenly thought hits mattered. They don’t. At …
“Why must we consider always the intelligence of the reader? Is it not for the reader to endeavor to understand …
“For it is one of the curiosities and difficulties of our subject that its materials come to us for the …
Alright everybody, settle down. Take your seats. Stow the mobile devices—Janey and Bobby-Joe can wait an hour for your latest …
“Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love …
“I stepped onto the stone with both feet and this is what I saw. Again the glowing puff of cloud …
There’s nothing like the City on a warm sunny summer’s day for wandering aimlessly and for getting lost amidst the …