By Glenn Marchand If a person could explain life in totality, one might dare to embark upon such a journey. Pieces and parcels, passions and karmas. And such a soothing exaggeration of sails, gods and goddesses, seas and souls. If a person could dispel all mysteries, one would suffer those discoveries. Whereto, science has enveloped … Continue reading Light Footed
Schism
By Glenn Marchand We seem amiss, afield. I search for keys; in turn, to angle a piano. Something grand; something full of grace. A piano that speaks. I was like a sponge, collecting keys, pausing to whiff the breeze. An inrush of thoughts, feeling musicians—the art, vivacity, and velocity. Over ink spills, plums and pears, … Continue reading Schism
