Secret Garden
We dallied in the secret garden, Our sitting legs variously crossed and uncomposed. And our children played. My child. And yours. Naked essence unaware, Of the ...
Author: Brad Severance
During the day, I develop websites using the latest technologies. At night, I write fiction. I bake gingerbread cookies, too.
Last Words
He often wondered what his last words would be. His very last thought. The last idea to emanate from his mind before he died. While he held her wrinkled old han...
Haiku: Temple
Build your temple not, in space. But in the moment, where it never falls.
Haiku: Isms
Prisms of isms, Logic self-perpetuates, But never answers.
Flower to Form
How can what is Never not be? I was born … I know. I will die … I know. How can something be What ever always is? A thousand times I lived this life. A thousand...
Once Written
Once written, its meaning is lost. Once spoken, the words go unheard. Once seen, it may not be seen again. Therefore, hold fast to Truth. As one would the hand ...
Blood Brothers
One man goes to heaven. One man goes to hell. Both brothers in blood, born from one mother.
Vanishing Youth
Petrarch is known as the father of Humanism and ushered in the era of the Italian Renaissance. This passage is from Petrarch’s Letter to Posterity. It kin...
The Knight of the Cart
I read my first medieval Arthurian romance. This one is by Chrétien de Troyes called The Knight of the Cart. It’s a poem (although, the translation I read...
The Two Parts of Wisdom
Nearly all the wisdom we possess, that is to say, true and sound wisdom, consists of two parts: the knowledge of God and of ourselves. But, while joined by many...