He still lives. I thought I had killed him. But here he is again. I wonder . . . is he immortal? And, if I can’t kill him, who the hell can? He lingers still. How? How?! Why? Maybe there is something left here for him to do? . . . Don’t ask me. I figured he was gone and buried. I never did understand him, but I used to listen. He had so much to say—so much to do. He had such beautiful dreams . . . Dreams he probably would’ve achieved. But I killed him; or, I thought I did. I asked...

The mountain moved! I swear the mountain across the river moved! You see, I asked for it to. It was blocking my view of the sunset. So I closed my eyes, and in my mind, I kindly asked the mountain to move. It moved a couple miles to the left. I swear it’s true! The mountain really did move . . . I wouldn’t lie to you! I am only slightly drunk; and yes, I’ve fallen down; my head did hit the ground; I am seeing double; But still! I made a mountain move by just asking it to! How cool. CH 6/24/26

A nightmare fluttered behind her eyelids. She was naked and her ankle was chained to an anchor. The current raged against her. She swam and swam and swam going nowhere. The sea was cold; the sky was dark; the moonlight reflected off of her bare, blue skin. Frozen, she was frozen; and the weight of the anchor, it was getting heavier; the chain was getting bigger. she had been swimming for years through her own held back tears everything she never said everything she never did the man she...