Philosophy is really homesickness, an urge to be at home everywhere. Where, then, are we going? Always to our home. —Novalis, Fragments   THE EXPLOSION WAS THE BEGINNING of the end Continue reading

Poetry of Witness

MAYBE IT’D BE a stand of trees encircling a ground soft with pine needles, out of view of neighbors so as not to scare them, but close enough that, should danger Continue reading