Part 2 of the collection. Art is written for art, and that’s all it means.
Usually when I put together a collection of writing, I will make a book by hand binding it. This time I am going to put the collection on here, titled “Love Songs I Write To Myself”. Enjoy!
Life lessons I teach to myself.
Thank you everyone for your birthday wishes. I am so touched and grateful. 皆さま、お誕生日のお祝いをありがとうございました。感動と感謝の気持ちでいっぱいです。
Poem conspired in a forest, the only place that makes sense.
Spending Thanksgiving away from Canada brings a whole new meaning to the holiday. When you realize that giving thanks is not about the traditions you have but the traditions you make.
Mist, white as patiencedevours the mountains slowlyProud cedars, resigned to their fateaccept what they have comingEven as their comrades disappearEven as they swim,up to their necks,in the pale unknowingEquanimity, they breathe, into the silent surroundingMy body is glued into this momentif I peel away now I will forever be less like a sticker worn down …