I could feel myself melting all over the ground like a chocolate kiss in the palm of a hot hand. He would talk and talk and talk. He would rhyme from time to time. Not like a poet or rapper. Just random rhymes. I had to pay attention to speak
CALL ME CRaZY I’ve been called crazy more than I’ve been called my name. The latinos call me loco! I don’t mind being mental. If my name was Crazy what would be my middle name? It’s questions like this that cause people to think I’m crazy in the first
Dream #9 Here goes nothing. I sojourn until I discover a worthy reason to stop. In the heat and in the cold. I was on my way in a hurry no where when she stopped me and we sat, on a bench by the beach. The sea
When life gives you lemons….
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December 10, 2012 London, England Names have been changed to protect the ignorant and guilty. Facts Only I will admit, I was late for work. Around 6:00PM I arrived at Gate 50 at the Football Club. No we’re not talking real American football we are talking soccer. After speaking with
Fred. Fred! You there? Tell Susan I’m fine just a little banged up. A few bits of red fur but that’s just a sign that I’m alive! Tell her not to be cross with Alex. We all have nipples. And tell her to share the sugar, for goodness sake at
Rose’s Sestina It was July. Trees were green. Grandma sat on the porch smoking and arguing with Pop about forever. Although, there isn’t much to tell a grown man, they learn lessons best from time. I resented her for wasting words. I only love Jesus more than words and on