The first Sunday evening in June
is like that famous score by John Cage
titled 4’33”…
Collected writings of Scott E. Pearce
The first Sunday evening in June
is like that famous score by John Cage
titled 4’33”…
I do not— when my feet at long last find Jordan’s verdant banks, in those fleetly fading moments between my final breaths, before the curtain falls upon my mortally shuffled coil— I do not want to there remember or know any reason to regret that I neglected or did not otherwise seize even a singleContinue reading “My Lilacs”