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Written on this rainy day, while sitting on my back porch. God is good.

An ode to a pen. Feels like it may need a littl re-working, but I'm not sure where. If you've suggestions, I'll gladly hear them.

I smiled- simply a shield. Armor that I hoped the sharpened blade of your insight could not pierce. Perhaps I laughed and made some reassura..

I dreamed last night that I stood chest deep in a wide creek, at the mid-way point between two banks. On one bank I saw screaming masses toting p..

Apocalyptic destruction? Metaphor? I've never been certain.

An absurd little piece. Just some good natured poking fun at myself, and people in general. Also a bit of personal reflection.

A lazy afternoon poem.

Something meant to be pure, good hearted, cynical fun.

I'm posting this here because this piece is in desperate need of something. I'd like suggestions as to what.

A very true story. A little humor to lighten the mood.