How I longed once to know you without clothing. Grace me then the tact to embrace you without bodies…
Faith Is A Chrysalis
Needs Of The One
Who weighs life pragmatically, and who lets Romanticism hold sway, and what craft of divine providence sees value in their clashing?
Music I’ve Loved : 7
Retirement and the Neighbor’s Lawn
Hormone Train, All Aboard
I’m thinking soon to do a WP hiatus, six to twelve months, to work on a book of short stories. Here is one I’ll likely include; it’s first version is four or five years old, but I will do some minor polishing. I’d been thinking about the shitshow that dating has become in the web era, especially for young people who never experienced a purely un-virtual adolescence. Then… I had a strange dream that night, similar to this sci-fi lite tale, situated in the middle of the 2030s.
At Salamander Creek
In Some Other Marriage
Asking the Baker for Surgery
Suppose you were confused or just plain curious as to the reality of human free will. Where would be a reasonable starting point to look into this topic? And where would likely be a clusterfuck waste of your precious time?
Night’s Glandular Perspective
Whether tears, or bodily ointments presaging love spasms, or the subconscious life force wanting within saliva, the secretions of organic fluids “out of nothing” accompanying emotion is a deeply veiled mystery… Earth sublimating into Water.
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