Because, now and then, for the well being of your soul, you have to evict the empty diversions, addictive distractions, the noisome bile, and ponder, in the brief space exhumed by an image, a note of music, a spiraling leaf, … Continue reading

Thursday Morning

Windows wide, birds chirping front and back, Tchaikovsky’s Fourth Symphony fills the house. Life could be worse.   … Continue reading

Null Hypothesis

I write Into¬†the void. Transient, ephemeral, aperiodic, Sharp.   Null hypothesis. By¬†assumption Not significant. You are Alone. Free. Leap Into the ether, the abyss — Into the void.   … Continue reading