This is a lovely poem translated by Doc Rock on his blog entitled Longing. Separation is beauty’s creation.Separation’s beauty is in the intangible yellow-gold ofmorning and the textureless black silk…
The joys of ink,archaic authors often refer to,elude me. What about the visceral joy ofslamming keys in rapid succession,as if beating metaphor from tool, like a gorilla with a bone?…
An oceanof black silkengulfs me.
This is sort of in the realm of the obvious, but travel makes you greatly appreciate home. I cannot think of anything I want to do this weekend aside from…
Michael Gallagher