Where the Arrow Points
An arrow shot across the sky. Observers watch with keen-eyed stare, Convinced the answer lay right there. Pointing to the truth afar. But eyes fixed on fleeting streak, Mistook the
An arrow shot across the sky. Observers watch with keen-eyed stare, Convinced the answer lay right there. Pointing to the truth afar. But eyes fixed on fleeting streak, Mistook the
In early 2004, I returned to Oregon seeking a fresh start after two dark years shaped by hopelessness and bad choices. Alongside Ed, a sociopath to the core, I’d
I wrote this poem out of a sense of frustration with my current approach to a memoir I'm writing. I've come to realize that the story
It feels like we're moving at warp speed, the world spinning faster than we can keep pace. The future looms, a vast unknown, stirring our collective anxiety. It&
All our choices were made to reflect and confront us in the present, not to say, ‘Look what they did then’; rather, ‘what we do now,' Our film shows
There was a time when I viewed subversive entertainment—through its dark, witty humor and sharp social commentary—as a tool for change, challenging rigid societal norms, encouraging open-mindedness, and
I am conflicted about Mastodon (The Fediverse as a whole really but it's easier to understand in the context of Mastodon). On one hand, Mastodon, or a similar
I believe that in the future, gender will be viewed as just another aspect of expression, with the foundation for such a perspective already being laid. The digital age has
Past poetry, distant chore, Youth's eyes, nothing more. Now in bloom, pen in tow, Verses flow, blossom, and grow. Others' words, a silent sea, My own, a
Whispers willow's sway, Secrets close of day, Shadows silent play, Unspoken led away. Moonlit water's face, Mirrors silvered grace, Ripple story's trace, Unsaid time&