“I belong right here,” she saidand stamped her foot upon the soft earththat ran far beyond where I could seedisappearing into the rolling hillsstudded with ripening corn. “I can teach you,” she criedthe promise of knowledge upon her lipsand distance in her eyes as shelooked beyond her rivers for wisdomwhich she would then gather in…

On the occasion to be a bankerholding pennies for the the pennilesscopper disks conductingaffluence and gravy with the roastsoft to the butter knifeyet so chewy that it takes hoursjust to swallow. Realizing that it's time to be frankerI count, straightforwardly, the value of accountsan objective guidelineto establish among us who is truly wealthyand intercept money…

I want to live in a small town And be in the small town life Have a house just a couple of streets over From the cornfields or maybe the gully Yet hear the traffic from the main drag From my open window On one of those summer evenings Hearing life bloom in its simple…

  I softly cried when I saw the child cower under the thin blanket meant to fend off the poverty of cold but useless when confronted by my jack-booted foot so early in the morning once fueled by righteousness of law now softened by my philosophy of action.   I softly sobbed when I took…

Maybe this time I’ll be a little sharper, a little wittier, a little more reverent. But I can’t guarantee that.

Cats are truly divine with their sleek coats and sophisticated poise. They represent the ultimate pet and companion and have guided mankind for centuries. You could not ask for a companion to be so faithful, loyal and intelligent then a cat. This kind of sentiment is not going to be found here. It’s not that…

There wasn't really very interesting about Sam other then the fact that he was missing part of his ring finger on his right hand. It didn't give him any problems though and people generally didn't notice unless he pointed it out but it did make him feel somewhat inferior. What was extraordinary about Sam was…

“You’re not allowed out so you’ll have to relax.” Stanley almost didn’t hear the words at first—he was still traumatized by the whirlwind events that had just happened—plucked off a log near his home and put into a series of boxes and cages until an ominous small white coffin carried him here. The voice was…

“Do you know why kittens have big ears?” He said, gently scratching behind her ears and careful to avoid the tick gently slurping.  “It's so they can hear well.” I said. “Everyone knows that. They hunt at night and having sensitive hearing is a big advantage.  “And you'd agree that it's an evolutionary trait that…