The Singing Man
When he walked by, it seemed the singing was emitted, not from his throat, but from a globe of sound...
When he walked by, it seemed the singing was emitted, not from his throat, but from a globe of sound...
I honor your life, I honor your passing, I say, when they flow by my house on the way to...
During my long short lifetime the Milky Way’s become more visibly grand, more viewably accessible. While the pale blue dot...
Belonging’s no goal, only the state of everything. Not a sense or feeling, merely what the stars do in relation...