Across the Rim

Time is an illusion we have all wept and laughed. We exhaust ourselves with tales of predators and heroes. From time to time, a soul rises up not so much against the tide but rises up above it and thus becomes a master creator and illusionist while transcending this heated transom we call Planet Earth if not the entire physical universe. It gives me great pleasure to introduce a gentleman of gentle bearing and strength, whose words surpass these illusions. Ben Folk is such a writer and poet that