The war is not won by logic alone.
Nor solely by florid creativity.
Hearing “where dead voices gather”.
I believe it came out as “oenophiliac”.
Monograph on cigarette butts.
No, not really…
With hints of pencil lead.
Carrots for cigars.
King of flowers.
A puzzle box.
Symbology and petroglyph.
The moral actions of extremely intelligent military personnel.
To prevent loss of life.
The birth of conscience.
Extreme frankness borne of Boy Scout precision.
And yet tact.
Palimpsests in cache.
Under the paving stones, the beach.
Ian Buchanan comes to the fore.
All Cary Grant through and through.
Dear friends, exhaustion.
I beg of you, patience.
This is my therapy.
And write for pleasure.