“The woods sigh. And then, a thousand miles away,/I’m in your arms again. Your breathing is an ocean./I’m drifting away. You whisper.” Guided by lamplight, I keep the river in my left ear. The path ...
If what they stood for was a lifelong lie. Any spare change of faith that you emerge with, Keep it as consolation. Here’s the thing: There is a fervor that I do not surge with, A saintliness with ...
“Capitalism has done much to develop the economic machinery of the modern world to the point where all of this is possible. But it is long since time to move past the capitalist phase of our history ...