Maybe if Jim had not been so lonely himself, she would not have returned that smile with a kiss and their clothes would not be coming off as if something larger than the two of them was pulling the fabric away from their skin.

Truth commissions, cartels, the oil pipelines, it’s all happening, the world churning on, stories to report, while he sits here night after night, complicit in his own discontent.

And by the time the sun was barely over the trees, they’d already started in, burning. They burned the crops, the vineyards, then torched the forests. They burned all that day and into the next.

I wanted to stop wanting. I wanted to leap from that cliff to know whose true face I’d see just before I broke the surface, so then I might know how I look to others and learn a lesson from falling.

North Pole, God, Flamingoes, Relationships, and Public Speaking. New toons making merry this holiday season.