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
Waiting to be heard you never will be. This is dedicated to the Windy City. Ill I know it is. Seeking light in darkness. Vacant playgrounds, swings screech in the wind, empty again. Pop, pop, pop! The fire’s out, replaced with firearms. Cardinals nest in the park no song in
“Skip to my Lou pretty lady” it was still funny even though he said it every single day. He’s my skipper and I’m the first mate. So naturally I’m Lou. Saturday came quick as I anxiously anticipated our alone time. It was our first day without passengers in two weeks and
It’s not easy being a dreamer. King in 1967: My dream has ‘turned into a nightmare’ – The Daily Nightly.