Taxi Man was the best taxi driver in the world and he entered taxi races, and he always won. He also travelled all around the world to help people get from place to place.
The three little pig were working on their houses. Then they heard a grumble and it was a bear. It was the bear’s tummy!!
I feel the powerful wind blowing against my face
I see a sunset glowing orange and pink
I see people as tiny as ants below me walking and talking loudly
I see city lights and a mouse trying to find its family
Before I allowed the maps of the stars
to lead me to lines of code, trace them to their humanity
to perpetual aisles of poetry, to have a dialogue with their insanity
to lamenting beaches of stars, to see through their innocent disguise
Before I allowed words to get close to me…
Sometimes the owl pretends not to see
and sometimes the olive branch
catches a hint of redemption…
Our function in this world
is to take the paper cup on the first day
and pour our souls
eloquently, narcissistically, competitively
our moon-shined beliefs will achieve
maybe some of us are just expressing ourselves
in the only way possible…
Tom’s Uncle Frank may have been his favorite person in the world. He always thought that his uncle was the only one in the world who truly understood him. Uncle Frank was an old thymologist who said he couldn’t stand people. What he meant was he hated modern society. He was a funny, gregarious man who told Tom to hear his heart’s hopes. He was the next of kin on Tom’s emergency contact form and he died five years ago.