where the only present is presence,
a nothing that is everything stillness
yearns to inhabit…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, mystic, philosophy, Richard Foerster
where the only present is presence,
a nothing that is everything stillness
yearns to inhabit…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, mystic, philosophy, Richard Foerster
When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: military, philosophy, rhythm, Robert Pinsky, war