Because my past is someone’s present, I wrote this: Continue reading “Choices in a Wood” →
Choices in a Wood
Because my past is someone’s present, I wrote this: Continue reading “Choices in a Wood”
The Last Lebkuchen
Some thoughts on realizing this is THE END. Continue reading “The Last Lebkuchen”
Random Access Memory
Spring:
A time for rebirth.
A time for loss.
A time for remembering. Continue reading “Random Access Memory”
Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet 8
It’s time for Shakespeare Sunday! Continue reading “Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet 8”
Elegy for the Card Catalogue
A poem, of sorts, in which
new ≠better & easier ≠better &
analog ≥ digital ≥ analog
$6 Time Travel
Some thoughts while visiting Tryon Palace
on a warm spring day
and sitting alone in the gardens.
Running In My Head 