From somewhere deep within, comes a fountain of things to say.
The rules of attending a funeral.
I hope I wish we weren’t alone in the universe islands floating on an infinite sea living on floating islands in infinity. Life as we know it, an awful lot of taking what we don’t know and steering around it. Us mortal folk know a lot about how much we know of infinity. Divide existence…
A short poem about someone I used to care for.
A poem in three verses that attempts to describe the meaning of the German word, “Sehnsucht.” The word does not translate to English. It only translates to a feeling.