Well Then...

If we could dance for a minute in any August, I'd take you to where we dropped pebbles through the grate of the storm sewer. Do remember counting how long each one took to splash? It wasn't really the physics but it was more about sharing road dust on our knees. Later we listened for the streetlights and crickets to come on.

The Sound of Sliding Clothes Hangers

Intolerance towards the intolerant is as much as a subtle visceral layering in the mind of a liberal heart.

Goodness, welfare and charity shrivel around the bone of a pointing finger and I can preach of diversity but I still am able to cut out my own tongue. The grace of humanity makes us pretty much all the same. It's just sometimes we tend to pick out different clothes to wear.