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What I Saw Today


It seemed to me that the world had suddenly come alive, and despite the ache in my softened muscles and the hunger gnawing at my belly. A butterfly rode the wind uneasily and bobbed like a buoy on a rough sea in the wake of a typhoon, and it’s movements were alive in my head once again. I heard, felt, and saw so many words, sentences, and stories in that instant from that poor butterfly’s unstable bout that I knew the stifling silence had been banished from my mind.

the Daily Misfortune

Not for those seeking a fortune, of course

Beyond Panic

"As long as there is breath in me, that long I will persist." Og Mandino

we hunted the mammoth

the new misogyny, tracked and mocked

We Hunted The Mammoth

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

The Byronic Man

Joel K Clements

More Than Young Ink

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin