when death comes.
I love this poem, and I love poems so much more when they're read. I imagine I am not the only one.
I love this poem, and I love poems so much more when they're read. I imagine I am not the only one.
This depends entirely on the day--or the time of day. I have a penchant for the obituaries, though. When I was younger I used to want to be an obituary writer. I loved the idea... More »
The idea of a mapped out list of accomplishments, or any attempt at a description or summary of what the energy within me lead to during the time I was alive appeals to me not... More »
I've been thinking about death recently, perhaps too much. I suppose this makes sense; 2007 has already been a record year for me as far as suicides alone are concerned. I feel close to my... More »
Here's a question I've been thinking about. One of the primarly impulses I struggle with is the desire to relieve pain in the world -- I generally feel so deeply blessed, and so grateful for... More »
I've been silent, I know, and this minor update is only to say that I'll be back soon; I have ever so much to share. For now, though, it'll have to wait; I'm on my... More »