Ok, to kick things off, I went through some old stuff I'd written as a reminder of how far I've come. This is an old poem I wrote back in college. Yes, they had word processors back then. Only we called it WordPerfect (is that even a thing anymore?). I promise, I'll get some new stuff up here soon.
The Last Say
A rock tends not to talk too much
and a stone, being simple, says very little.
other than this they are thoroughly the same.
small stones are older than boulders.
But mountains, much more aged than rocks,
simply scream their slow thoughts to the sky.
