The Ghost Farm

To you, it was just picking flowers. To them, it was a massacre.

The Tracks Go On Forever

I never sat down and decided to become a story.

I just wanted to tell one.

I never wanted to be thought of as special.

Just human.

I never set out to help people or make them feel better.

I just needed you because I felt alone.

I never wanted any credit for the way you feel.

I just want you to know.

The Ratio Of Life To Living

Oh sure, some people give a little bit each day. But there are one or two special souls who, when you least expect it, give an entire life's worth all at once.

The List Of Changes

We can answer any question we have, like how do actors make themselves cry, so we never sit in wonder and wonder at the wonder of the world, anymore.

And anything we watch can be paused, so we never argue about what just happened while we were talking, anymore.

We cannot hope that we might have just missed their call, because our phones are always with us and if they didn't call, they didn't call.

No protests in the streets, just a button marked 'like'.

No one reads stories aloud, unless you are a child.

No letters. Just bills.

The Universe Is Arrogant

You know that feeling you get when everything goes perfectly, constantly and nothing's ever wrong with anyone or anything? Me neither.

The Pattern Is A System Is A Maze

Of course it's complicated. If it wasn't, I probably wouldn't be interested in you.

The Arctic Dream

Dreaming isn't hard. Dreaming while you walk, work and wonder, is another matter entirely.