Image: Circe Invidiosa The Fountain of Youth is not a myth Not to say that myths are false. Only that a myth is symbolic of something And the Fountain of Youth is not a symbol. Of course you could make it a symbol if you wanted to, As is anything for that matter. There are [...]
Source: Donato, Amber Prison Have you ever found yourself just looking at your hands? Marveling at the beauty, simplicity, utility, and the fleshly humanity of them? You take your hands through your entire life. The hand that touched your mothers breast while nursing is the same hand that you hold a cigarette with, is [...]
I wish I could explain to you how the beauty of this world is a sign of something greater deeper and holy. I wish I could tell you the world of my heart and how the blood is more then just flowing pumping and bubbling through this body. I wish I could let you in [...]
I spoke with my father on the phone the other day. He was in Colombia at the time. I don’t call my father unless it’s important, but what I consider to be important is not what he considers to be important. And vice versa. My father told me on the phone that a linguist knew [...]
As an athlete I learned that anticipation was vital. And I was good at it. But somewhere along the way I just stopped. Somewhere in High School I think,. I just moved on to Theatre. In Theatre I learned that enunciation was vital. And I was good at it. But somewhere along the way [...]
Oh to be young again! I remember the days when I would fall asleep in my bed afraid of the dark. I remember sitting in detention because my parents couldn’t get me to school on time. I remember the tragic realization that my older sister would never be able to catch me in a game [...]
When I was a kid I remember messing up real bad and since my dad had just become a Christian he told me that I should go to my room and pray to God. So with tears in my eyes I went to my room, into my closet and in the darkness I knelt down [...]
Source: Flammarion Woodcut When I was 21 I took a pilgrimage I walked 100 miles through northern Spain to see the remains of a Saint But when I got there my name was not read aloud in the sanctuary along with all the other pilgrims It must not have been written down The [...]
Source: Joseph Nicéphore Niépce, View from the Window at Le Gras I took out some pictures from my parents photo album I didn’t do it in secret but I didn’t ask for permission. I wonder if my mother has asked about them or if my dad has looked. I wonder if they ever talk [...]
Source: EmptyARTJustice I was in the car with my dad, he was taking me to soccer practice. He asked me if I would pass the ball to this kid named Alan, who had gotten me into trouble by falsely accusing me of kicking him in the testicles. I guess my dad thought I wanted [...]
