Sun Poems
Prayer for Kierkegaard. Oh my dearest God, I have turned my cleverness inside, and now I know all of the shrewd escape routes of all the crimes that will ever happen, but I will never tell. Bless me; I am Read More …
Poetry
3 Poems
A stereotypical goldfish Swims in a bowl which Reflects its interior, Heads to the rear, Goes back again, It and its friend. The soundtrack is warbled But hey. ——————— I read an old book Saying Science is Religion; A new Read More …