Painful Memories Still Linger
Painful Memories Lynette woke up with tears on her cheeks. She grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears away.
Read morePainful Memories Lynette woke up with tears on her cheeks. She grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears away.
Read morePoetic Licence Poetic Licence Poets are a unique bunch With rules unto themselves. Throw grammar laws out of the door,
Read moreUntouched Softness Untouched softness of winter’s first snowfall, I love to watch as it slowly sails down, More pure
Read moreThirty years has transpired since first I met you, and even then the pain you carried was palpable. I’ve watched
Read moreThe booth, the bar stool … I didn’t expect to miss you when I got there. That place we used
Read moreUpon the beds of lesser men, the stain of use and measure tend to be dismissed, a kiss no deeper
Read moreYour life spark is best described as being that very thing that motivates and drives your will to function and
Read moreAn acid tongue… Her sour green expectancy, writhes in acrid struggle, and maligned in fate, her will abates, momentary, her
Read more“Let’s have one more, Maggie” I say to the middle-age bartender as she wipes down glasses from the washer.
Read moreAUTHOR’S NOTE: Some who have read the following letter have come away confused thus I feel it
Read moreOdin Seeks Prophesy Norse Mythology Odin, father of all gods in Norse mythology, calls upon the Wise Woman, Volva,
Read morePriceless Treasures Some people turn their backs every time there is a spat And some will back away when
Read moreSends my thoughts dancing … The colors of my soul, set my mood and send my thoughts dancing. When
Read moreEtched in mind those moments that seal memories, preserve them whole and resound with a perpetual knell of those defining
Read moreA campsite under the stars; a clear prairie night Stars twinkle overhead creating a heavenly sight A campfire is
Read moreFolks like us … This hard-scrabble ground has remained the same Ain’t changed one damn iota from
Read moreThere’s a place up the valley where the tulips grow The long grass is green and the creek
Read moreThe Prelude: To us preteen kids of the early sixties small-town-Mississippi, it was just a vacant lot. Kids
Read moreTwenty five pigeons, sitting on a wire, plump feathered balls, swaying, tails dipping in contiguous balance, like erratic oars, paddling
Read moreBent… What heed do I pay, to the gormless mutterings of ego bent opportunists, when guile is spread like honey,
Read moreHiatus from the storm… Woven into the rhythm, the explicit, hip writhing sway, the rise and fall of hearts, arts,
Read moreFunny how the world goes spinning ’round ‘Round and ’round until we all fall down Dizzy, dazed, and confused But
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