STOIC POETRY | The fact that we went—alone
STOIC POETRY | When our finding days are done
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 | Adrift across a desert night
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 | Life at the atomic level
STOIC POETRY | The circular value of caring for one another
STOIC POETRY | Walking the shore with seashells in my hand
STOIC POETRY | Tracing consciousness
STOIC POETRY | Arguing with myself over free will
STOIC POETRY | Wiping glasses with an empty mind