Very personal note The thought of this makes me cry all over again. My friend with the iron clad constitution fell apart. That powerful, logical mind was overcome, undone. Long after the last mourner went home, Holmes stayed at the grave side. I sat in the shadows for a long time watching him. I couldContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
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Winter Season
Dream to panic He was outside in the snow. His senses were flooded with joy. He stretched his arms out allowing the snow to hit every inch of him that it dared. The urge to strip off all his clothing over took him and there he was lying naked in the snow. A voice calledContinue reading “Winter Season”
Halloween craft
Where are you?
Where are you? I just need you to listen. Where am I? Keep talking. I’ll follow your voice. Why? Don’t tell me what I want to hear but give me honest feed back. Where are you? Life holding you? Where am I? I’m not talking to hear the sound of my voice. Why? This isContinue reading “Where are you?”
My last weight loss journey; feel the burn?
Barium swallow A barium swallow, also called an esophagogram, is an imaging test that checks for problems in your upper GI tract. Your upper GI tract includes your mouth, back of the throat, esophagus, stomach, and first part of your small intestine. The test uses a special type of x-ray called fluoroscopy. Fluoroscopy shows internalContinue reading “My last weight loss journey; feel the burn?”
The Snake and The Rabbit
Desperate with a knife January 3rd, Inspector Hopkins came to call. The man that had stabbed her turned himself in. It was Mr. Merryweather’s caretaker. The mean faced man whom I never cared to learn his name. He told Hopkins that he had no knowledge of whom he stabbed. It was a way to keepContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
Images in the clouds
Winter Season
Poem Yet the silent falling snow caused him to smile. The bitter cold wind made his blood pump warm and wild through his veins. He took a deep breath as he grabbed a note book from the floor and began to write: I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanketContinue reading “Winter Season”
Waste not. Want not: soap
Can you use a bar of soap until it’s gone? I can. I bet your mind is blown. I made this little pouch. Making that bar say ‘ouch’. Waste not. Won’t not. I will get all the use out of you, a lot. ~
Poetry & More 