
Winter sun
casts long shadows
through dead grass.

Winter sun
casts long shadows
through dead grass.
The suppressed poems by Ernest Hemingway
farm surrounded by jungle:
what will disappear tonight?
I must create a system
william blake; Jerusalem: The emanation of the great albion
or be enslaved by another man’s…
Saying Yoga exists to make one more flexible
Me
is like saying that it exists to wring farts out of one’s body,
both will happen — neither is the primary objective.
He that is without sin among you,
JESUS; John 8:7
let him first cast a stone at her…
The best government is that which governs least.
Henry david thoreau, Civil Disobedience
Gods always behave like the people who make them…
zora neale hurston; Tell my horse

one strange tree
curls like a question mark:
Autumnal forest.

heron alights at water’s edge,
becoming a statue.

thin strip of land
thickens the horizon,
tears to sailors’ eyes.

Let the flood sweep
one away — out
of the shallows,
into the deeps.
Don’t ever cry;
Don’t ever weep;
Just feel the speed
Carry one on.

Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.

The chill is here.
The sky never
bluer.
The colors turn,
with leaves ever
fewer.
Until a last
hanger-on yields
to a weak breeze.