Volume 54

Snow

Sky falls, seeding earth Soundlessly with light. Stasis, till spring’s birth, Incandesces sight. Till then, nothing‘s not Beneath stillness still. The mind’s in her cot Dreaming of until When tendrils first shoot Fresh in golden ray, And from holy root Breath blows into clay....

In Defense of Humanity

The sorrows of humanity are based on the fact that we have collectively lost ourselves, lost faith in ourselves.