Ramblings of the BIGGEST exaggerator in the UNIVERSE. I think we can all agree that flying, especially when forced to mix with the likes inhabiting steerage, is not the most pleasant experience one could come up with. Surveys show it is often a close second behind prison rape. I imagine that is probably a little less pleasant. This is a statistical fact.

This poem, untitled, is an excerpt from a much longer poem I wrote while living in Amsterdam.

Dear Life, Said With Love. Life as I usually, somewhat, sometimes, clearly see it. Mark ran his second ever cross country race yesterday at a local school meet. An invitational meet, so more for fun than the competition that the big area meet next week will be. I see himhere he comes! Not running. Walking with a boy from a different school. Run! March 22, 2013.