My life in you becomes a living dream— reality without a gravity. between the spheres I cannot find a seam dividing good from good’s depravity. between our eyes a portal opens wide, a hall of mirrors, in yours I see … Continue reading →
“What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and; anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be … Continue reading →
Professor, poet, philosophical dilettante, plus some other impressively heady alliterations. Instructional designer and copywriter. Cognitive neuroscientist by night. Self-diagnosed coffee addict, sometime dancer, brooding bibliophile, and an always salty sailor.