In this story, I think hard about the thoughts and feelings of worms. I push it too far. More practically, I also try to help

On the lower plateau, a couple had staked their tent, a hundred yards away. They were set apart. Affixed to their tent was a big

I fear fading away in a hallucinatory haze, diapered, positioned daily in front of a screen displaying an endless stream of Hallmark movies

“You might think you’re hot snot on a silver platter,
but you’re really just cold boogers on a paper plate.”

It’s a mystery to me because flossing is a fastidious act. For a flosser to flick a stick and leave it as litter–that’s not fastidious.

I think she knew that it was safe enough to die.

Sometimes we lose. We lose loved ones. We lose jobs. We lose health. We lose dreams. We lose the religious tradition, denomination, or church we

Jesus can be like Gumby. You can stretch him around anything you have a mind to. (Although, as you see in the pictures, the little