Category Archives: Aging

Old ones ought to be explorers Why? Because we are less attached to raising family, making a name because we’d be good at exploring Old lawyers ought to be poets Because we’d be good at it less attached seeing wider … Continue reading →

My band of ancestors a forest to be gathered among :- Doug.

So much grey so little silver snow and deep up on the roof but fire in the hearth? Dare we inquire after morsels? Old we have aplenty elders but few Shh who might some of us barely notice wafting up … Continue reading →

The rhythm of the words, the meaning in their onomatopoeia, our feeling as they rake our tongues, as they reverberate within our skulls, their echoing through millennia of ancestors, the feelings they evoke, the feelings that evoked these words: study, … Continue reading →