Iron Sharpens Iron

timid soul sparks lighta feeble space to wondersharpen iron words And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark insideContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”


The Hope of a Condemned Man, Joan Miró Life is really all but apologizing, yeah, you found yourself “So what!” they scream. Now apologize. No, your no better -yesterday climb the stairs to nowhere. -He he had but the loveliest of souls. —- “It is the black vein in white marble; it gets everywhere, appearsContinue reading “Condemned”