In dreams we can be free for a moment Our time on earth is finite, our depth of experience is deep In it we the small dream of days and we recount, ever feverish, how it was ever thus so That is until it isn’t Dreaming of we all the small ones we hope of […]
Year: 2015
Jose Padua: On the Realization that Miracles are the Result of Hard Labor
Originally posted on Vox Populi:
“I’m not having one of those things coming out of me,” my six year old daughter says, meaning babies, “No way!” She pokes her head up from the back seat on our way home from the doctor, her brother next to her but five months away from being born. “I’m…
Decay
Words fell in a glitter of dust All of them were mostly luminous All along the riverbank the collected speech of the countrymen piled In the enchanted silence it had no where else to go The piles began to stink and spew gases The words died and decayed Only the most basic units were left […]
Lost in Mist 