Category Archives: mythopoeia
Chapter Five He turned again onto the road that had brought him to the schoolhouse and when it was out of sight he ached for it and pondered on its nature; what it was about that simple scene that had … Continue reading
Late Night Sleepless at one-thirty I rise and open a window for a draught of real air. It is silent outside, I’ve outlasted even the crickets and cicadas. Street lamps, one near and one far make crosses of light … Continue reading
The mystic, having once seen the truth, is patient and brave. For him, there is no worship of counterfeit gold and no fear of counterfeit power.