Kurt BellAug 26, 20203 minSTOIC POETRY | To walk alone among ghostsI was never very afraid of the dark, or the things which come out after the sun goes down, to wander, and slither, and creep, and fly...
Kurt BellAug 25, 20203 minSTOIC POETRY | Sailing the inner seaThere is a sea within us upon which circumstance presses restless winds night and day; forming crests and troughs, moving over the face...
Kurt BellAug 24, 20201 minSTOIC POETRY | InfrastructureThere is an inward architecture which we create through the fact and consequence of our decisions and actions, which become the...
Kurt BellAug 22, 20202 minSTOIC POETRY | Reading good booksI once rose late each day to meander life in search of tidbits to consume: news, gossip, politics, and the shared things of the appetites...