If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.

When the mountain quaked Like an elbow's nudge Like a shout that something is wrong The people awoke and Knew, yes, knew, that bandits had come

Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.

We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.