One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
These poems are not proclamations.
They are questions.
These poems are not a treatise.
They are essays
annotations of uncontextualized
moments cacaphonies of wind and fog and water and dirt
These poems explain nothing.
They admit everything.