The impenetrable mysteriousness of fatherhood…
‘cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
Read On…
The impenetrable mysteriousness of fatherhood…
‘cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
Read On…
A timeless dialogue between love and the loved, or is it spirit and soul, or woman and man, or angelic and human, or forgiver and transgressor, or wise Sophia and turbulent Psyche…
The impressions friends and others make upon each other are by no stretch proportional to the length of time of their encounters…
Erotic love is like a possession, an intensification of self. It leaves one fevered. But parental love is something altogether miraculous. It is a remedy, a self-dissolving. A spreading out into the cosmos… an echo of what it must be like to be a sun.