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The long road makes slow curls around the floor of the valley on its way to the highway, a leisurely ride past precarious old houses with ..

Jake’s eye is twitching again, concentration shattered! There is, after all, a lot to think about... Nasty leadership, national debt, ..

There are many I know who sit in nice chairs and search for something to care about. Stark, starving children work twelve hours a day..

Death don’t wait! But we do. If we take our time, and aren’t interrupted by that sneaky b*****d clobbering us with ..

The arid Llano Estacado labors under an unprettiness of beauty. The neutrality of a million shades of brown from yellow-tan, to rust, an..

Slam! The spring on the screen door did its job. “Quit slamming that door, I told you to stay outside; just look at the flies you&rsqu..

The top of the hill is thirty degrees up from horizontal where a ripe moon is harvested in a net of naked trees. Its pink blush, like yo..

I brush your skin like silk and feel it burn beneath the pressure of my lips, Tiny peach down ripples in my breath as this hand ..

I moved to the country, a white shack in a corner, and just an acre or two across from the little church. Billy had been there for fifty ..

If only philosophy was the answer. It seems giant slices of our pie have the fruit squeezed out and all the flavor of what could hav..