Category Archives: Story/ Comment/ Poetry

this is a reading of the time we spent at the cottage in the quandary of love listening to the birds, watching for the violet rim of the twaining sky. there is a seeing between into the cracks and fissures; … Continue reading →

I live in the present moment. So far as I can tell, The present moment is all there is. Hope and expectation, I experience with the energies of the present moment. Memories, as well as the traces of energy residing … Continue reading →

It is late. The cicadas have given way to the crickets. The sound buffets in the flow of moonlight through the trees casting shadows on the grass. Between dinner and now there was a reading from the Dramatic Universe, a … Continue reading →

The air in the room has changed quality. She is following her breath, and there is certainly a change. It’s hard to describe even to herself … something like a granular effervescence. The room is alive with presence. A quality … Continue reading →

There is a third intermediate room between rooms 2 and 3. A piano player sits alone. Again and again she practices a long cascading arpeggio. The passage of music is from a longer work with many such cascades. The sheet … Continue reading →

There is an intermediate room between rooms 1 and 3, between time and decision. This is the room called 5. Here, the substance of matter is time itself. The forms of things are the forms of life, sensitive sheathes transforming … Continue reading →

There is an intermediate room between room 1 and room 2. Time and eternity strive to blend. It is a room of contrasts – hot and cold, wave and particle, obdurate and munificent, plasmic and predetermined. It is the room … Continue reading →

There is the question of who? This is where the mystery is. Whodunit? In the room called 3 there is much that is undetermined. There are threads of evidence and the disclosure of clues and even lifting the cup to … Continue reading →

There is something hidden-strange, non-actual, ineffable. Closest perhaps to a peerless Egyptian granite of a man and a woman. We are found in the place of our nakedness, in the intangible schema of something traced without regard for time, empty … Continue reading →