Author name: Dan Swanson

Apps and adware track our movements. Algorithms train our brains. Wish we could rewind and find Where peace of mind […]

Before we knew the world was round, the ocean must have seemed To halt at the horizon, then descend to

The sound of pages turning At a steady, measured speed Is like an author’s symphony Composed of words to read.

Life sometimes won’t go as planned Things sometimes get out of hand But, some rise when times demand To slip

Our lifespan’s length is short and shrinking. There’s no time for thoughtless thinking. Idle days should be spent giving moments

If Hobbes was imagined as Calvin’s pet dragon, there’d be fewer strips with them both in a wagon.

Though hope sustains in fixed amounts, it’s how you handle doubt that counts.

Good chemistry cannot be based on words that leave an acid taste.

Branch out, they say, as you grow tall and take on new pursuits. But you will learn, as seasons turn,

In winter, I want melon, and in summer, I miss snow; I guess every season makes me wish for two