Composed by me at age 15, remembered because I didn’t burn it:

A shift, a thrust, rockets me to the crest.

The moon is so cold, the wind numbs my chest.

I throw myself to the immortal stone sea.

All I want is for you to follow me.

The passion. The […]

I used to attend a MOPS group hosted by a very large Baptist church.

The ladies were nice and attentive moms, with gentle spirits and trendy haircuts. I didn’t fit in 100%, but I faithfully attended, even giving a talk one morning on how to make playdough out of dryer lint.

The conclusion? […]