Cold, desolate heart. Summer dies in autumn’s arms, buried in her leaves.
If you’re a novel writer, blogger, or poet, you’ve heard one or more of these worthless rhinestones of advice presented to us as priceless gems: “Get a real job.” (From the man who hates his job and… Continue reading
For readers who haven’t stumbled on one of my conversations before, you’ll find that I don’t seek a therapist to talk with, I turn out the lights and let my fingers to the… Continue reading
One of my favorite activities: Describe that cloud. The universe’s version of the Rorschach test. These clouds look like an alien father, mother and child walking past me in the sky. What… Continue reading
There once was an atom named Max who said, “I want only the facts.” He jumped a dimension with great apprehension, so spooked he could never relax. My Aunt Mary passed away… Continue reading
Okay, Silver. I’ll try one on, just to see how it fits. 5/7/5/7/7 syllables in 5 lines. Deep breath Here goes: Dark footsteps echo, guided by a harvest moon down… Continue reading
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Today it’s mindless Monday. But somewhere in my future I feel a conversation coming on. That can’t be said for these two.
Up again. No cats draped over my head. No 68 pound dog draped over my legs. “Then,” you might ask, “Why are you awake?” Today’s foray into weird is brought to… Continue reading