Marco Aurélio

           Only God can make a tree, but I can make trouble. I can hurt my fellow men and be content within myself; for getting my way, abov...

        He stepped this way, that way, the other way; his fingers inside a peanut butter jar; half-empty; eating and pacing. Where does one ...

           From my window I can spot you, daily. You left your things behind; things you no longer need, things you outgrew, things you carr...