With a pulse of cello and scent of cognac,a lingering want as the moon drags tides, like a metronome with fingers.Then—silence—the breath before the fall, like a piccolo whispering a symphony,with a single note.Exhaling the taste of yesterday's tobacco,...

Suffering is not unnatural, not abnormal,it should not be feared or avoided when it arises.Today I feel like crap.My mind and body are sufferingand all I want is for it to bugger off.So I search my mind for reasons,trying...

I At the first breath, the rock split its side for me,and the world fell quiet to hear my stride,for every gesture traced a pale decree,and every trace a pact with the void outside. II I descended through veins where...