Arrow of time

On the origin of happiness

Patience Clock

Last Train Home (Art in the Beltline)

Beltline

Pretérito Perfecto

Gene expression

… and wood will become

ash,

in this inextinguishable

fire

born of ancestral

desire.

Gazing at the incandescent,

I rest.

Changing Seasons

Walking towards winter,

farther from the sun.

Nature is running naked.

Pretending,

just pretending,

nobody’s seen her.

Subtle as she is,

she just drops

a few

red leaves.