THE LOST SELF
A man walked into a wood looking for something he [...]
A man walked into a wood looking for something he [...]
She has my eyes, my teeth, my colors, the sinews [...]
Alone in the family kitchen butcher and son lean over [...]
Cranky old, grouchy old guys in undershirts, hang out windows [...]
On a supermarket lot in Berkeley long after bullhorns in [...]
Out this way tumbleweeds wash against barns, barbed wire, wheat [...]
Only the wind knows the time of day, the woman’s [...]
Feathers wind blown on a beach beneath a cliff, they whistle, [...]
“Fundamentally the marksman aims at himself” -- Zen In The [...]
The quiet half of the couple in golf attire at [...]