Sunday Evening Post: 8.2.20

I feel some returning elasticity to my mind, these days. A continuing conflict, for sure, but a battle that must be thought.

Tuesday Evening Post: 6.9.20

     The wonder whether I was ever as able as I once thought, or if my ego disguised my own powerlessness from me- that conundrum weighs heavy on my mind.      There was a dream. Not last night, but the one prior. A dream that pulled at emotions I thought dissolved. They were not, it…

Thursday Evening Post: 4.9.20

Good things should come from all of this. It most certainly seems a lot like it’ll be the inverse such a statement- but every crisis is an opportunity. Or so has been heard said. And though there will be and already are likely means of malevolence about this yet unseen post-modern predicament our species finds…