The 60-Second Sabbath

Bryant Park

  • The Death of Caring

    Compassion died in me today.Where empathy warmed my soul's hearth,cold ash and half-burned logs stink of char and death.I no longer care,and no amount of wantingbrings caring back. The timing of this escapes me–it just is;it has come as it… Continue reading

  • Survival

    "Go, if you must,"I say in disgust."I shall, I will survive." But quickly I learn,as silence returns,"surviving" does not mean "alive." Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading