JCK

Spoiler! : Possibly the shortest poem I've ever written, if it's even a poem? The man who knows what knows nothing,And the man who knows how knows little.But the man ...

Remember what was said about the weather?Two hundred years ago, ‘twas capricious. Well that was just a metaphor for knowledge,and all the things it hides, like a dream within a ...

I’ll miss the days when we were young, playing battleships and soldiers under the mid-august sun. I'd be Arnie and you Stallone - unkillable, invincible, other kids would run home. ...