THE WALK Every day, whatever the weather, I walk around the neighborhood. It’s gated and ideally isolated with circles of streets To explore and upon which to muse. The midafternoon sun splinters into shards of light Between the leaves of Washingtonia palms Standing...
HOW AM I TO JUDGE? The more brute force required, The less a creed is desired.
What Is Truth? Emotions are confusing, Neither sequential nor distinct. They can disappear or rearrange Before your eye can blink. Hence, for guiding action, Emotions are quite suspect. A better resource, some suggest, Is your good-old intellect. But for asserting a...
