for now

Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old - to tarry for a good life here foretold.

Goodnight

Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean    from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly   as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies   nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design)   throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight