• Poetry,  Writing

    It is a strange thing, love

    It is a strange thing,Love.You can hold, in your brain,the knowledge of the hormonesand neural patternsand social conditioningand all the rational elementsof the artifice of love. And yet. It is there, just the same,alone with youin your rationalizations…A soft whisperin…

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    A Day in Splatsville

    By my son, Duncan Once upon a time, Agent 3 was casually taking a walk in Splatsville, listening to Calamari Incantation 3MIX in his hero headphones. Suddenly, Agent 3 heard a loud rumbling noise. Just then, Mr. Griz crashed out…

  • Comedy,  Writing

    The Congressman

    The Congressman groaned, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the bright lights of the room. “What… what in the — ” “Ah, Congressman, you’re awake!” A man in a white coat suddenly appeared next to him. “Where… where am I?” The…