Two minutes from a nine hour train ride in India. I wish I had shot more, but I guess I wasn't into it at t...
A short poem about the loss of practically everything.
In which I ruminate on the inequities of the system
A walk through a street festival on a Sunday evening in Chaing Mai, Thailand. There are a number of street ...
We have met the enemy and he is us. This verse explains.
This verse deals with the hole we have dug for ourselves in Iraq. ...
the home of the developing brain
How Karma comes around.
I sing again.