A lament for the madness–Days of grass
Days of grass These are the days of hollow eyes walking in hallowed towers with watching turrets, of pink petunias on bullet-hole balconies of long blue kisses ...
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In the global economy of love
Although I do not have banks of data or spreadsheets at hand, it seems to me that in the global economy of love, demand exceeds supply. We are lovers by nature,...
A community in love
A few days ago (CBC Radio Metamorphosis) I heard a story of a transformation. Arno Michaels, a former neo-Nazi skin-head, and something of a major figure within...
New Eyes–an arts experience
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust New Eyes…an arts experience including origi...