I dreamed last night. The sky glowed maroon. Clouds flowed like Van Gogh watches in mist. I balanced my toes on the tassels of our flying carpet and muttered into my father’s ear, listing reasons to dock on land. But the mountains swung jagged beneath us, crusted with pre-dawn celestial glow, and the air…
Category: Writings
Blog posts by yours truly
Examining, “There are no absolute and fixed truths.”
Nietzsche’s famous phase, “There are no absolute and fixed truths,” is at first glance a pessimistic view of reality. But if one looks again, taking into account what truth is, Nietzsche’s face grows even longer.
Comfort Zone: a poem
When everything feels safe, there is no need to budge. Watch your TV program, and eat your late night fudge.
Edifying Thoughts of a Tobacco Smoker by J.S. Bach
If Bach wrote such stunning music, does it not follow that he would write good poetry? Enjoy!