PROSE It's been snowing for two days, yet the pavement is clear. It's the perfect snow: all beauty, no substance. Sometimes that's what people think they want. POESY It's been snowing for two days-- yet the thoroughfares remain clear. The perfect snow, people say: Beauty, but no substance. As for me I'd prefer some depth. … Continue reading The Perfect Snow
Category: Writing
God---man---the world---the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars---a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Mark Twain
In the Space of What Was 