The Weakest Form of Faith
O Adam Smith, Where is the Invisible Hand, pray? The one you promised us in 1776. We’ve…
The Ascension
Line upon line. Row upon row. Shuffling, Shifting, We stand. x & y axes meet. The interlocking…
Stardust
Tonight the Universe has opened its doors to us. Inky waters lapping jagged…
Hearing Voices
I am an introvert in a world that pushes me to be an extrovert. I am an artist in a world that…
I AM
I am a child for peace who likes to wonder. I wonder about time and existence. I hear the…