At The Threshold With the certainty of the past and ambiguity of the path forward. To feel invisible, in-between, standing at the...

Walking the path of contemplation risks the reach of the mist as it drags you into the quagmire of the swamp. The boundary between...

A friend on an adventure. I look on with admiration. Why do I feel such regret, a voyeur on the sideline of brave souls in search of...

In the middle of the night when all sounds have ceased, I toss and turn in search of solitude. The mind races and sleep becomes...