BurningbirdJust writing
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I have a shadow, created by no form of mine. It follows me everywhere, but always arrives first, and lingers long after I’m gone. The more light I shine on it, the stronger it gets. So I hide it among my other shadows, in hopes that one day, it will […]
I re-read my last post and wasn’t overly happy with it. I think I missed the points I wanted to make, or I should say buried them. However, it might have some use as a unifying document – either all sides will hate it or they’ll all be equally confused about what I’m trying to […]
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see I hope that he turns out to be Someone who’ll watch over me I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood I know I could always be good to One who’ll watch over me. Although he may not be the man some Girls think of as handsome […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I was tempted into intruding in a discussion I read about at Steve Himmer’s, about Weblog as Literature. Or should I say weblogging as small “l” literature. This is a topic of particular interest to me lately, especially after pulling Paths: The Book of Colors. However, it’s also too rich for […]
(1) Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune I myself am good fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road. The […]