Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.9.25

This might be madness, I know, but I still think about the future. Even with all this past- beautiful, fading, haunting. And in this never ending present, too, filled with wonder, opportunity, obligation and dread. Still, forward goes the mind being dissected before your very eyes. Pen in hand, or fingers up on keys, thinking…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.26.25

Is it that summer feeling, or just the hints of romantic nihilism in the air? While some late vernal percussive precipitation makes its brief entrance and participation, only to exit as swift as arrived, leaving me with wonders ancient, post-modern and far beyond even those rapidly shrinking categories of mind. The cooling atmosphere on sun-soaked…