What if words were kept in a library, and you had to check them out if you wanted to use them? Would they all be alphebetized, or would they be listed by subject? Would there be a roped off Adult section at the back? Would there be metal and wood dividers to keep the words upright? Would the words have covers to keep them from fading? Would there be an oversize section? Could you put a hold on a word so only you could use it? How long would it be before you had to return it? What would the late fees be like? Would there be a cardboard box near the door full of old words no one wanted, that you could rifle through on your way out? Would there be a shelf full of popular words that famous people recommend? Would people browse the shelves to find a word they like, then retreat to a secluded corner of the library to study it? Would there be word stores, word clubs, high school word reports, illegal word pirating sites? Classic words, banned words? Would everyone be quieter? How on earth would you write anything?

Leslie Kessler

All is Hell That Ends Well,

The End is the Beginning;

Sanctuary is Lost.

Sons of War, Return from Darkness

1,000 Ships of the Underworld, To Glory

Protectors of the Earth, After the Fall.

#TwoStepsFromHell

Created by Gary Larson for his The Far Side, luposlipaphobia is:

The fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor.

(https://www.allaboutcounseling.com/library/luposlipaphobia/)

In the midst of the sand

And the waves

And the tide,

I found a shell.

Ordinary;

But that's what made it

Extraordinary.

Stars we steal from the night sky

shine brighter reflected in your eyes.

In that moment I know;

never let you go.

And that is,

my dear,

love.

This is a time for art

For bold colors and

Attention to detail

A time for the good

To outshine the bad

It is a time for blending

For blurred lines to

To curve and disappear

Off of the canvas

A time for tearing down

Grey wallpaper and

Thrashing the panels

With neon blasts

I want to paint

The world around me

In pastel imagination

And dab my brushes

In dreams