After a celebratory Mother’s Day Dinner, my mom, dad, sister, and I got on the train to head back to my apartment and their hotel this past Saturday night. On the train there was a man who started seizing. It …
(Our minds would never place a tree to grow in an underwater river, but the tree isn’t killed in our doubts, but chooses to grow despite them.)
With that, here’s to all of those searching for joy in a mind/world/life …
A poem I wrote in response to the sculpture called “Suffering” by Constantin Brancusi.
Two hollow caverns
Resulting in absent slimy white spheres
That cause the evolution of unnatural movement.
Forced to draw a right angle whose