A Personal account of a mind unlocked

By poetjude

By poetjude on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

Softball season's coming

By poetjude on Fri, 13 Apr 2007

This is my greatest fear: I’m not going to recognise Some sort of truth

By poetjude on Fri, 02 Mar 2007

After the meet, on the Metropolitan, pencilling a moleskine with metanoia, well-nigh the edges, only words adrift.

By poetjude on Wed, 28 Mar 2007

" Crying, Dawa had to leave him." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Sharp