Listening for Voices: Another Morning of Labyrinths

This is the fourth part of a series about a trip I took to western New York, something of a pilgrimage, to find and walk labyrinths. If you missed them, click here for Part One, Part Two, and Part Three. I woke up bright and early Saturday in my hotel room in Rochester, grabbed some … Continue reading Listening for Voices: Another Morning of Labyrinths

Thirty Minutes

Waiting and watching I am watching myself twist and gyre I am waiting for the calm to come A headache cries for a cure My brain is pulsing and throbbing Pop the two orange pills and wait... ...wait... In thirty minutes the peace arrives as the blood vessels release Or whatever. Biology's not my field. … Continue reading Thirty Minutes