for days I’d stare at the downward pathway I’ve built in my head it’s made up of wooden chunks; willow and ash with enough space in between to grow leaves of grass it leads me down to my own sea where I can start contemplating jazz and climbing birches in my mind knowing there’s nowhere I should be other than the Ether of camera screen— or by that...Learn More

Robert Frost, sometimes a poem is so good I forget the writer isn’t god, sometimes I'm need of a poem I forget the writer isn't god Alan Watts, I’m in need of my own god— for it’s grueling to be this lonely...Learn More