Guilliana on Four Wheels

Guillinna On Four Wheels

She goes on four wheels, the hunter Guillinna
across desert toward chaparral, fluid
motion through pelting rain, dirt brown reverie
turned. No stranger, she, to solitary
mass. No wonder why her autonomous flight.

Mythology of Self

What is a life? I have asked myself this question not to answer it, but to be finally consoled by it. The words come easier now that the years have passed. This is not to say I am closer to an answer than before, but at least I can frame it, put it up on the wall, look at it without flinching. I have many reasons to avoid this act, not the least of which is to have ignored life itself, or worse, to have abandoned it.

Humanity, Creativity & the Imagination

The fundamental act of the imagination = intuition as faculty of origin & intuitive searches as layers of curtains boxes sliding doors & spirals beyond to prosper imagine put a value on it watch it open up to the consequential essential of It?

The Billboard

“The secret of life,” say the Utes, “is in the shadow and not in the open sun; to…