Chaos

  • The Quiet And Still of It All

    He’s so present with his feathers. Sweet little bird. Sitting on a thin branch that reaches for the sky, not too far from the window, he preens as I sit here with a pillow on my lap, and my mac… Continue reading

  • What In The World?

    Well. Isn’t the world in an interesting state. That’s more of a statement, rather than a question, really, isn’t it: hence the absence of a question mark. I’ve been wondering if perhaps humanity, as a collective, might be going through… Continue reading

  • Control

    Control. Lack of it. Need for it. Flight from it. Control. There will always be hunger for freedom. Continue reading

  • Stories

    Oh, the stories we tell to amuse and destroy ourselves. Continue reading