Reading Brecht in Berlin
The tattered cord can again become knotted. It holds but it is torn. Perhaps we'll face each other again but there, where you left me, you'll not meet me again.…
A life lived later
The word That defines my life: Later. Mine has been A life that will be lived later. ~ Anurag Mathur
The Man Watching
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say…