Safe
On the first day of the storm there was thunderThe frame shookThe glass crackedAnd the child cried for her motherAnd the mother criedAnd the father crackedAnd the glass blew away in the windAs the days passedAnd the storm ragedAnd the father grewAnd the mother hidAnd...
The Window
I’m sitting in my chair looking out the window. I’m not particularly sure why. It’s dark outside, and there’s not really much to see. I’m more resting my eyes upon the absence to afford me a glimpse into my thought. Into myself. What am I? All things are the...
The Pepsi Question
I was once at a close friend’s house. He was an atheist, but used to be a christian. I was agnostic, but used to be christian. We were sitting in his living room, where we both spent a strong majority of our time, and casually he said, “what do you think about god?” I...