Thoughts From Mystery Cave
Reading WittgensteinI think what he means to say is each thing speaks for itself,and can be known by its history, …
Reading WittgensteinI think what he means to say is each thing speaks for itself,and can be known by its history, …
What dim frontiers, I can barely dream of them, yet,they are in my mind,they are my mind, the way a …
A Theology of Love It is so much easier to think of the quicksilver of our lives,to cherish what we …
“I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossessed people. We have seen it.” from “Grace”, by …
We have done what we wanted,chased our dreams, broken new trail, cookedover an open fire. We have our lists of …
Page 2, Notebook #11 Oh Spring!The grass pasture is exactly emerald green,inviting as a field of apple red poppies. The …
There is confusion,even after the phone callI can only see you alive.She said death was immediate,and you are a box …
WeatherToday the sun is a wish hidden by clouds.Trees shake like sawgrass in the wind.Rain is a fine net over …
As the day leans in to roll the stones of truth, andthe sun casts a fishy light through low clouds …
MorningA long day on the road brought on a long night’s sleep.Awake now in a shadowless motel room, I open …