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Contemplation

e.e. cummings

silently if, out of not knowable night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess, (only which is this world) more my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile […]

My Old Garden

These are photographs of my old garden where we used to live and of sunsets, photos I took, with my first phone/camera, while standing in my own backyard. I’ll still […]
My Old Garden

Last Rites, poem

There is always someone better, By margins, meters, measures, Someone younger, someone stronger, with more stamina, more hunger, Vocabulated education, or of better-bred relation, with some idea of etiquette and […]
Last Rites, poem

Lacordaire

“Man forms himself in his own interior and nowhere else.” – Jean-Baptiste Henri Lacordaire             Photo: Man Walking on the Beach, Half Moon Bay, 2014 […]
Lacordaire