For Arthur my dad – Happy birthday . There are mornings when the silence thickens into the shape of memory.…

One day, yet again the door opens, after the heavy rains Hope, walks in first. She’s beautiful, luminous, soft around…

It starts small. You see someone doing what you dream of doing. They seem clear. Capable. Ahead. Seem. You don’t…

The Future is groups. I have been fascinated by the phenomena of Autopoeisis, for a long time. Having literally (almost)…

A journey Of long long ago Cells in soup-Literally Multiplying aimlessly, Without a purpose Blind. Moving without knowing, Conforming Protecting…