Love is a strange thing. Now, attraction I can understand. It’s biologic, it had an evolutionary need. Devotion, too, I understand. But love? It can be attraction, it can be devotion, it can be both, it can be neither. It is foreign, seemingly incorrect on so many levels.

Why is it that we fall in love? We love to say love is from the heart, but obviously a giant organ beating blood toward the re...

There once was a man who had a farm

But a drought killed his crops and the animals in his barn

Little did he know his crops were filled with ticks

But now they are gone so he doesn’t get sick

And now this man is in perfect health

So he lives to 102 with a lot of wealth

But then he learns his estranged son died, circumstances unclear

Whom he hasn’t spoken to in 20 years

He learns that his son h...

……………There is something that

I want

Very

Very

Much

No it’s

Not

Mine

But I

Can’t Stop

...

He had markings along his forearms and his neck, across the backs of his hands and into his abdomen. They weren’t scars, nor were they tattoos. They were stories.

When she first met him, she saw nothing unusual. He looked like an ordinary person. But as time passed and their hearts grew fonder, she could see a light glowing from within his blood, dancing and singing out to her.

His left bicep to...

_Our love will stand the test of time._

She wiped the dust off of the mirror, peering into it. Her own reflection stared back, but she hardly recognized herself. Her hair was disheveled and her face was muddy, after digging through the ruins all day. This was it. This was what she’d came for.

_She wiped the dust off of the mirror, peering into it. Her own reflection stared back, but she hardly r...

When life gets hard

Where the buildings tower

It’s time to stop

And smell the flowers

When life gets hard

Fading in a crowd

Just say my name

And say it loud

When life gets hard

With the same old routine

It’s time to leave

Behind all you’ve seen

When life gets hard

In the city air

Just say my name

You know that I care

Here life’s still hard

But it tastes so mellow

In a field of green

And blue a...

We used to meet here, in this secluded area underneath the bridge. We leaned against the stone wall and skipped rocks into the river. Cars rushed overhead, driven by people who knew where they were going and knew what they wanted.

We knew what we wanted too.

Alice wanted to be on Broadway. She had a beautiful voice and beautiful eyes. Tom wanted to hike Mount Everest. He was five foot two but hi...

The telephone rings into the night

One time

Two times

Three times

The telephone rings into the night

The stars watch in silence

The moon is in tears

The telephone rings into the night

Nobody is there to hear it...

She is intense. That’s what I love about her.

The way she moves is intense. The way she speaks is intense. The way she loves is intense.

She loves with a purpose. Love is important to her. She doesn’t say she loves this pizza, she loves dolphins, she loves the Beatles. Love isn’t something idle or something to be shared freely. Love is something she reserves and she only gives it when she knows ...

“Every night, when you close your eyes and drift off to the Dream World, you see Him. Every morning, when your alarm clock rings and you regain consciousness into the Real World, you see Him.

“He does not have a body. He does not have a face. He does not have a soul. He is not anyone or anything, he simply is.

“And here at Dream HQ we call him Bob! Everyone give it up for our Dream Catcher of th...