Lines I Love: Faulkner

In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you? And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. from,¬†As... Continue Reading →


The Hermit Storyteller

I haven't written in a while...I've been busy and, well, life is beating me up a bit. But, today I sat down and wrote a little vignette that might someday turn into a larger story. Since I get the most attention here when I tell stories, I hope this one suits your fancy. Feel free... Continue Reading →

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