Polawadism is the abbreviation that I came up with for this epiphany of sorts, yes I did, all by myself... it sounds mysterious doesn’t it? There's more, read and listen on.

The Poetry Of Living As We Are All Dying In Slow Motion.

A simple realization that we will be gone... a lot longer than we are here.

It was/is epiphany of sorts, especially when you consider how fleet time seems to feel nowadays.

We have a need to always be in motion, but, being still is not a punishment, instead it can serve as a segue to healing.

I speak on the creative process or seeing poetry while in the act of living and how in some instances, I consider myself just a stenographer.