Taste Time

Don’t save time; be time, taste time Time is inescapable, like gravity and aging, so savor time all along the way  Where is that self I almost forgot I knew? Did I get buried in the ruckus? Drown in the river of busyness?  Maybe if I’m still I can feed on nothing moments overlooked along … More Taste Time

As Is the Nature Of

A perfect blue robin egg sits on my porch, perfect except it’s broken. I fancy the chick is safe in its nest mouth gaping for morsels from mother crying out, grasping life as is the nature of robins. More likely the egg was snatched by a hawk the yolk consumed on the fly, the concentrated nutrients used … More As Is the Nature Of