hum

The day before
this, I saw
no trees. The
day before you
I knew no
truth. Today is
on me and
it’s all free

Listen

Nothing, really, is more moving than the maddened beast, dying from unfulfilled desire and asking in vain for grace to quell its passion.

For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Two monks

If silence was
the only noise

Writing to each other, we write to ourselves, and it’s always a sweet surprise, even when sitting on the sidewalk outside the library in a hell filled with tears.

Thinking man’s spunk

Picasso said “Cuando
llegue la inspiración
que me encuentre
trabajando.” I think
when inspiration comes
let it find
me walking slowly
or, better, still