she snickered and sneered as she drove away/he didn’t know and pomposity refuses to say/she had shed him a number of times before/but none has stuck, till this slamming door. nigh a quarter century has come and be-gone/finally two-thousand miles, became her dawn/she is shed of him quick-like, unwanted skin/where she is now free to…

Parnell had spent much of his morning searching around several rock outcroppings in the eastern side of the Nevada desert. The geologist had found very little of interest and was preparing to head back to the University, when he noticed the strange petroglyph tucked deep inside a rocky crag. “How did you get there?” he…

There’s value in the ability to speak more than a single language, but the ability to keep one’s mouth shut in any language is beyond priceless.

Thag held the piece of flint up to the light as it flowed in through the cave’s entrance. He had spent hours working on his idea until he felt satisfied with its outcome. Ishbo sat beside him and studied the sharpen point, then stated flatly, “Such a thing will change life as we know it,…

When I was child, I watched the same old thing on every family road-trip. It’s called the window.

David Hufford is my great-great-grandfather on my mother’s side. His diary or journal has since been lost to the family, history, and to time. What follows though, is from a handwritten transcript of those pages, made by my mother, Margery Ann Olivera Darby Middleton. She also transcribed the following from the book, “The History of…

Being kissed gently while asleep is one of the simplest joys in life — unless you’re in prison.

Read between the lines. Do not question all this, Jus’ read…see the signs See quick, easy to miss. Sickness overcomes him, He overcomes a sickness. Bright is day, still the dim Faced down must confess. There is the end of it, all, No more than in-between Where man comes to fall. His real features are…

What you see is what you get, but never judge a book by its cover.

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