Week 3 (January 15-21)

poetry or philosophy | shuffling my shaken world stirred my mind a self starts to leak out down a branch of pines breathing now between the lines

A Theory of Encounters

Derrida's Window

Wind blows off              the walnut lea v e  s 
of the tree                       beside  the window
                                         wide open

Around their blurry silhouette, the timid light of the early sun slowly dances on the walls. The shadows dress a smooth silence.

In the beginning, I would like to…