On the street behind barriers squealing kids follow mum and dad along the boardwalk joggers jostle walkers among handholding couples. Shore spume sprints to the tideline. Sand shifts and settles unhindered by human feet and towelsRead more "Morning"
In the world, there is forever fever: We read the signs, blazing in historic orange. We straddle our majestic fates, ride our caution horses up to the edge, and prepare ourselves to be known, We drop our weapons in the dust, and unveil with the other prairie dogs—a global disrobal. We read too much tar […]Read more "Exquisite Cognomen or “How to Name Our Pain”"
“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does any-one have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing […]Read more "The Force That Drives The Flower"