Short Stories Amount For The Most Part

History Is Where Tensions Were.

Till I, High In The Tower Of My Time Among Familiar Ruins, Began To Cry For Accident, Sickness, Justice, War And Crime, Because All Died, Because I Had To Die. The Snow Fell, The Trees Stood, The Promise Kept, And A Child I Slept.

A Teacher Is A Person Who Never Says Anything Once.

Nothing In The Universe Can Travel At The Speed Of Light, They Say, Forgetful Of The Shadow's Speed.

I Do Insist On Making What I Hope Is Sense So There's Always A Coherent Narrative Or Argument That The Reader Can Follow.