Poetry The Path of No Path In empty moments, ground disappears—I sit with inner storms, immersed in their power. By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry No Points of Reference The past has befuddled itself, so much so that my preceding moments blur— By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry Down the Same Cracked Road You say pick your side— plant your feet, swallow their slogans, bleed their cheap dyes. By Rob Taylor • 1 min read
Poetry Growing Things The deep wrinkles, maps etched in my face, legends of paths I’ve journeyed. By Rob Taylor •
