Author name: Dan Swanson

I think that the internet ought to run slow Like back in the dial-up days, decades ago, With one screen […]

I hoped I’d be a writer and I tried it for a while. I had no sense of sentence structure,

Online all our discourse seems fractured and frosted and sometimes it seems that good will is exhausted but dignity, kindness,

Our love will not end when decades pass by When mountains wear down and rivers run dry. Our love will

How could a wrapper hide and hold a ticket truly made of gold? The chocolate bar would surely bend and

We wade in the wake of the waves our words make and revel the ride that we take on their

A love that lasts a whole life long At some point will contend With peaks and valleys, grace and grief,

I hope that writers certify which books are made with no A.I. so readers have the chance to choose a

I try to live life conscious of the dad my children see. I hope my words and actions help reflect

My flesh is made of atoms, and each atom has a past. I wonder in whose bodies all those atoms