Out of Chaos
Still making ourselves? Good, so is the world. Don’t give up on either one. Out of chaos, creation. We’re alive!...
Still making ourselves? Good, so is the world. Don’t give up on either one. Out of chaos, creation. We’re alive!...
Do they gather somewhere, the words that hide from my mouth? Do the ones that won’t come to my tongue...
Fetched from far time, it’s the startling truth: Every living being’s my cousin. What? The toad, the mayfly too? The...
in Wisconsin at the start of June Your white and sexy flowers, dear Black Locust tree, pull the honeybees your...