Monthly Archives: January 2019

The  Pratyeka’s Garden   Preface Mining the Tropes of Our Lives there we were again, inside, drawn down the narrow shaft of perspective past mind’s open maw into the pit of coal and diamonds where the empty ache of eons … Continue reading →

The Common Clay, the Ephemeral Dust             My name is the name of my father. In 1948 I was the first born child and grandchild of my family. I had a Siddartha-like childhood. I was the son of a prince … Continue reading →