Page and Flower
How alike, page and flower, hand and stem. . [ 1679 ]
Why I Write
Every bit as much as I love writing, I love not writing. Each love illuminates, energizes, and inspires the other. Each is an indispensable part of the other. Each is the other. To put it another way, I couldn’t love writing if I didn’t also love not writing. I say this because it’s impossible to remove some love and leave the rest. Love is indivisible. It is whole. In the […]
Futility, n.
A state of which, contrary to a lifetime of observation and experience, one expects thought to solve the problems it has created. . [ 1676 ]
Going Home
All, in time, is washed to the sea, and is reborn in the welcoming. . [ 1674 ]
A Tragic End
The song in his heart was stuck in his throat. And the attending doctor said to himself, I must be sure not to die this way. . [ 1672 ]
Water, Water, Everywhere
The ancient mariner, with a laptop hung around his neck. . [ 1671 ]
Hey, Universe
In me is a little something of everyone who ever lived. Deep in the code, I’ve been through it all. The universe, too, is in my flesh, blood, and bones. That means I’m part of the greatest, most efficient recycling project ever known. As such, I’ve learned not to cling to the idea of being who I am, or who others think I am, or to worry about what will […]
William Michaelian 