Featured Quotations

This is the art of our salvation; we don’t have time for what doesn’t matter (anonymous)

There is source and origin in this brilliance that is not ours to claim or to keep. (anonymous)

Every fucking supposed typo is screaming at you to pay attention.

Find what you love and let it kill you. (Bukowski)

Blessed are the dirty, the unhinged, the desperate and frantic, the raw, for they shall disdain answers. (Jesus at large in the wilderness.)

You think you know how to write but you don’t.  There is no how to write.  (Stendahl)

All my errors are volitional and are the portals of my discovery. (Joyce the Physical Therapist)