World of the Word
It is the world of the word that the waves don’t know. Strangers to thought, they go about their business in harmony with themselves. Movement without friction.
Day and Death
To dying and being birthed again, a poem written for the ending of 2021 and beginning of 2022.
Can communication be purely practical?
We get to the bottom of the very nature of communication. Why do we communicate? What is our intention in doing so? What is the source of communication?