What’s Up With the Semicolon?
Written Inspiration
Sitting alone in the cold, I wonder what will become of this world. This world of colors, of textures, of emotion. Will we destroy ourselves? Is this our fate?
Humans are fragile creatures, yet they think they are all that is. One day, we may find out about ourselves the hard way. Who will be there to mourn, when we are gone?
William Stafford, “Once in the 40’s”
We were alone one night on a long
road in Montana. This was in winter, a big
night, far to the stars. We had hitched,
my wife and I, and left our ride at
a crossing to go on. Tired and cold—but
brave—we trudged along. This, we said,
was our life, watched over, allowed to go
where we wanted. We said we’d come back some time
when we got rich. We’d leave the others and find
a night like this, whatever we had to give,
and no matter how far, to be so happy again.(Submitted by tommyh7390 )
Some parents are sending chicken pox–infected lollipops through the mail.
Setting aside all the obvious reasons why this is crazy, would it actually work?
