The pines sway back and forth.The post of the swing shades my eyes perfectly,so that the rest of me can bask in warmth. I, myself, swing back and forth,weightless, that sea of thought recedes,eyes shut, staying silent as Hollowell. The wind, through leaves, speak of everything,an omniscient teacher, mentor only to thosewho listen, to thoseContinue reading “Walden”
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Ace of Hearts
The bedroom door is barred.On one side, a child playing solitaire.A forced, unfazed expression;steady, focused, plays the part.Protection from his ear drum’s rocking,wondering himself, “For what transgression?” On the other, incessant knocking.Screaming voices, feign discretion.Dust is settled, door unbarred.The door creaks open, looking in,a pause for quiet contemplation.Inside: the child playing cards,steady, focused, ready.
Juan A Archive 