Observation: The Birds
Last Monday evening on a platform in Brooklyn, I waited for the train to
Last Monday evening on a platform in Brooklyn, I waited for the train to
In a field I am the absence of field.
When I set out to start an observation project and report a few of them here, I really meant images. Yes, I mentioned that I would try to…
Not because of victories I sing, having none,
Much Madness is divinest Sense–– To a discerning Eye–– Much Sense––the starkest Madness––