The FoolJul 14, 20201 min readDance.Birdsong dances in my ears,though still I worry, filled with fears.Where are they now? My bleeding problems.For beneath the ash trees,Birdsong does dance.
Birdsong dances in my ears,though still I worry, filled with fears.Where are they now? My bleeding problems.For beneath the ash trees,Birdsong does dance.
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….