A brush with the famous (Part 2)

“In a roundabout way, my old mucker, the hopes of the entire nation or resting on your shoulders.”

A brush with the famous (Part 1)

Nigel had never been one for starting a fight. But on this occasion, grabbing someone by the neck seemed the obvious thing to do.

Promise my heart

My heart, that looked upon your love, now dare not close its eyes for fear it shall not see again flowers rain from the skies or rainbows wrap themselves around a never setting sun.

A Call of Early Settlers

Left early this oyster morning and sought out any old farm long abandoned yet alive

A Delight

and life is a leafy dance with trembling flings

Analyzing The Logs

From a class. We logged three people's Facebook activity for three weeks, and analyzed it to see how different they are online from offline.

Leaning on the Rake

laughing and wrestling in the last of summer innocence

the cardiogram & the bank account

hanging on his shoulder she’s waiting for the heart to go she’s waiting for that final fall so she can be off to Acapulco her lips are full & natural

the torch

quietly inside as the whisper of the wind through the tall white birches standing straight amongst the snow in the deep deep forest locked away in its proper vault

the effort

the argument started like the lighting of a fuse embers of an ongoing conflict spanning years &

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