The Unadorned Self

This world is a fashion show. You put on that dress, that suit, and strut down the runway, Fully believing the costume is you, is truth, but over time that style you so invest in becomes silly, past tense, like those 1980s shoulder pads you only laugh at today. Then...

Row Your Boat

A poem from my friend Michael Hock: Row Your Boat Yes, it is far, then it’s close. Who one is recedes as one draws near. As if first one climbs a steep way, then discovers one has wings, or deaf forever, one awakens to the heartbeat thrum of a butterfly, and why do...