I tell myself I am not afraid Of being consumed By the thing Eating me But I am afraid Of losing my soul And forgetting Who I was Who I am And so I run Not to run away Not…
Month: May 2017
I think that history will look back on Donald Trump's presidency and smile. That presumes, of course, that we survive Trump's presidency, which I think we'll manage; those who think we won't are betraying a fundamental distrust of our resiliency…
I don't know what I might have said If I had had the room To say It
I was thinking of my epitaph this morning, after reading the colophon of a book I love. It struck me how different my epitaph would be, if it said "He died," with the addition of one word: "And." Both are…