Grounds for Peace

A fire crackles in the distance. All is near silent except for fire splitting wood and ash drifting like heavy dust to the flat ground. A couple of old crates and a hay bale circle the fire with a single cowboy prodding the logs before setting an old, dinged up pot on top. He then …

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Word of the Day: Dipsomania

As dry as the Arabian desert, not a drop to be found. His nose was quite fond of a fine bouquet, but had thirsted for far too long. Days had passed with no respite, not a single note or even a dirge - an ode to the dipsomaniac. Trudging through the barren wastes, he began …

Word of the Day: Complaisant

Comfort in methodical routines. Living each day by rote. Thoughtless actions on autopilot per prescribed directives. No responsibilities beyond the predictable scope. Until one day there’s a mental snag. Is this all there is? What if...? What if...? Is this complacency truly a sanctuary, or is it a prison dressed in the trappings of familiar …