There’s been a phenomenal amount of stress this week, which has not come from the Internet. Fortunately, as you are reading this I’ll (hopefully) be sitting in a field with a drink in my hand and all the trauma will be a distant memory. 109 more words
Considering the amount of time I spend in the Virtual World, there really pught to be more written about it from a poetic standpoint. Consider this notice that’s going to happen, and that there’s a tenable connection between life and data. 56 more words
It appeared there was one more week of rhymes that had been overlooked, but this is everything now. I’m also scheduling this several days earlier than normal, which is hopefully now going to stick as habit. 129 more words
Inside’s silence no longer binds.
Open, unfold to capture
Raindrops: bounce, open hands bloom.
Genuflect upwards, Dufresne style:
Violent weather inviting change,
Cleansing fear into willing earth. 13 more words