By Richard Mather It is hard to get traction on a world that is constantly becoming something other than itself: not merely the loss and...

By Richard Mather I There is (if you care to know), a flower of folly growing On my brain, on the surface of the matter’s deep. Fit for...

By Richard Mather There is, in my head, An erroneous equation: A bad amount, a figure wrongly calculated. It doesn’t add up. I am...

By Richard Mather Every time I come over my original sin quickens in the veins. My heart tells me I am guilty for not doing more to...