The 60-Second Sabbath

depths

  • The Flu

    Let's say you have the fluand a fever of 104: While you sleep, fitfully,twisting and sweating,an angel appearsand unravels visionspatched together from your pastand borrowed from your future. Who's to say whether your illnessprovides a doorway to truthful, hidden depthsor… Continue reading

  • Artist’s Studio

    To some, it's merely a notebook,ruled lines on unnumbered pages,blue words floating on cream-colored paper. To me it's a pool of secrets.Holding my breath, I plunge through the pages,never knowing when or where I'll surface. Or if. Text and image… Continue reading