hum

For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Two monks

If silence was
the only noise

Writing to each other, we write to ourselves, and it’s always a sweet surprise, even when sitting on the sidewalk outside the library in a hell filled with tears.

Thinking man’s spunk

Picasso said “Cuando
llegue la inspiración
que me encuentre
trabajando.” I think
when inspiration comes
let it find
me walking slowly
or, better, still

The future’s in
the stars, long
past, so, clearly
all at once

Fame or integrity: which is more important?
Money or happiness: which is more valuable?
Success or failure: which is more destructive?