The smell of summer fieldsWarm and sweet below a vivid skyFraught with stars in company ofA gibbous moon.The breeze is soft and round,wraps around everything

Maybe “fine art” isn’t the peak of human expression. Fine art is too smooth, too aimed at perfection. While wonderful in its own right, refinement

So one of the first things I did at my welding class earlier tonight was to hurt myself. No, I didn’t burn myself. That would

So how many of you knew I was a hell of a runner back in high school? Well, I was. Senior year, anyway. In the

Like most Sundays, I woke up in a bad mood this morning. There’s just something about the whole routine of Sundays that rubs me the

Run screaming through the night,Waking infants and the elderlyWith your wearied criesAs you shriek in madness forYour lost lover. Rattle the tenement windowsWith pebbles thrown

How does one explore oneself? How does one initiate self-evolution? I’m overdue for new personal growth and exploration and I think the process has finally

I’m sorry, you can’t read that “A nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood of ideas in an open

Ch’ui the draftsmanCould draw more perfect circles freehandThan with a compass. His fingers brought forthSpontaneous forms from nowhere. His mindWas meanwhile free and without concernWith

Life is not binary. We live by degrees, not absolutes. What we decide today does not obliterate all other possibilities for tomorrow. There are always