STOIC POETRY | The upward ground
STOIC POETRY | The bullseye aim
STOIC POETRY | The season of philosophy
STOIC POETRY | The fact that we went—alone
STOIC POETRY | When our finding days are done
STOIC POETRY | Going outside
STOIC POETRY | Emily draws The Path of Wildness
STOIC POETRY | Our life—
STOIC POETRY | The hole along the way
STOIC POETRY | The best seat in the house
STOIC POETRY | A brief time to truly live
STOIC POETRY | More to life than living
STOIC POETRY | The virtue of temperance
STOIC POETRY | Knowing when to stop watching
STOIC POETRY | Words like flowers upon a table
STOIC POETRY | Remembering my people at dawn
STOIC POETRY | The road into night
STOIC POETRY | A prison of consequence
STOIC POETRY | The way things are likely to be
STOIC POETRY | Walking the shore with seashells in my hand