Song of Your Passing – videopoem
The life arising from your dying leaves an imprint in the air, the way, after a concert, I carry the...
The life arising from your dying leaves an imprint in the air, the way, after a concert, I carry the...
When the words disappear, what shall I do, what shall I do? When the words disappear All I want...
This photo by Xill Fessenden looks to me like Mama Gaia, Quantum Creator of every color and shape of...
Skipping, the repost below, is from 2016. Now that I live in Ajijic, Mexico, I’m on the lookout for buddies...