I hope there's some meaning in the madness gushing out. This jag has left me breathless. It's hard to focus on other things when the brain is sifting through the junk and gems floating to the surface. Who's in charge here? The telling of, listening to, and transcription henceforth is exhausting work. For all their…

There is no Tomorrow like the moment that has passedThe concentric circle of Time belongs to me at lastTake me where the need is GreatLeave me where I’ll meet my FateAbide the wisdom locked InsideGo now, turn back the TideForge on toward The Great Divide Time is like a set of building blocks. Move them…

 She likes the rough stuff. Rousing me at 4 in the morning with no coffee in the house. Maybe America runs on DuhKin but I need one more hour of sleep and a triple shot of stronger stuff. Can't come around when I call. Oh, no. I was told to expect the erratic timetable. Scheduling…

bag-carrying ambassador via news.yahoo.com I reckon there are worse things one can be called. This terribly non-newsworthy tidbit tickled me today because…I had a dream about Gary Locke last night. Nothing dramatic, simply a "Wonder what he's up to?" sort of thing. I guess, thanks to AP, I (and you!) now know.

The starting point. There are too many points and maybe none of them are worth starting. Do we care that your character is less than sterling? We can talk circles, dance squares, and walk lines, but the story is going to lead us where we've never been before. Is it illusion…delusion…reticence…confusion? Why does my head…

They’re usually ground carcasses on the blacktop. Skunks, voles, geckos, squirrels, rabbits, snakes, armadillos. Poor Armadillo. A coyote or two. Having been told that a few years ago the current site of my neighborhood was scrub brush, tall grass, and wildflowers, I’m riddled with guilt. Though I may not have bulldozed over critter dens and…