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As I discovered last year there's a dearth of prayers for autumn, and particularly thanksgiving, without getting too religious in…

"Where are you going? You can't leave. We can't let you leave.""Relax, I'm not going anywhere.""No, I mean, I can't let you go…

She was thin and wore jogging pants over a navy blue one-piece swimsuit. When she turned away from me, smile fading at the voice…

it's nine-thirty on a Tuesday,the regular crowd shuffles out;there's an old wolf sitting next to me,as palpable as his pout.he…

six days of peace     before the monsters camedriving away serenity     with their bassmusic blaring     hardly caringfor what…

Mature ContentThe following content may not be suitable for all audiences.--I dream of bright eyes in the darkness, capturing my…

It's curious that I take such care in dating my work. Except when I make it clear, none of my readers seem capable of telling…

you can dream of wealth, but wake up poor;you can dream of warmth, but wake up cold;you can dream of purpose, but wake up…

I remember pausing. Woodchips rained from above and I've been wondering about the inexplicable messes along the trails I've been…

...there's little more real than disreality...I'm sitting here in a hammock writing this. I can hear the sounds of nature all…

silence reins supreme. It calls to us to fill it when the air feels vacant and cold, but only in the emptiness does the simple…

Last year, instead of my bog standard reminder to change your passwords, I asked how often you change the password on your…

and when the deepest, darkest reaches of the cave were all that remained to be inhabited, there too we went. Starlight knew…

"What do you mean, 'you lost it'?""I put it down, turned around, and when I turned back it wasn't there.""And you haven't…

in the silence and the stonein the stillness and the home'twixt trees and air and earthwhere the lost may find rebirthand a…

Historically, I've only done targeted posts for NCSAM sporadically, but I believe it's an important enough subject and technology…

days fly bywhen I'm crashing into bedit's not that I'm not writing,but it's not poetry in my head... 

when the harkenswing does lumber pastand the jabberwock does flutter,when the vorporal sword goes snicker-snackand the kingdom's…

[two days of a delicate dance of boxes upon palletsis practically poetry in motion]

spring cleaningleft until too latewound up too tightso it sprung away