Written in 1940 - the uncertain period in the beginning of WW2, the poem tackles time - the illusion and how it us used as a measure of a person.
The Eternal Now, the Pentecostal fire of destruction, purgation, renewal and continuous exploration.
Gratitude as a powerful tool to experience life and its granularity in our eternal pursuit for the Good, Beautiful & True.
Day 1 again but of the Enhanced Quarantine. Good luck with the lists and ticking them off!
A love poem for women, little girls - and the fools we have been at different points in our lives. And the gratitude that is nourished by growing.
It is one day to Manila’s self imposed month-long quarantine. How do you fill your days?
In the time of Coronavirus : Solitude is a great consolation for creative pursuits in the comfort of our own homes. This love poem is about intentions and how far they can really take us, if we let them.
(Braving) the first episode of what we hope becomes a sacred ritual - a first of many love letters. This is our prayer. Thoughts in the time of possible expiration of a TV Franchise amid dynamic digital technologies and habits. Perhaps we really only need to speak clearer to be truly heard and most importantly to understand.