You are my love token, my muse, my attempt at savoirfaire. Yet I know I cannot quite have you. My unknowing place knows. That doesn't diminish the buzz of my thought-cage though. The bees of reason drone, searching for a foolish flower to turn into their thrall. Their work is at times difficult, and at times is not. Sometimes the hum of rationality infuses with my juices, and … Continue reading the story "A Silly Thing"