Deputy Bradley Rebecca and Simon had made themselves comfortable on the porch finishing their morning coffee. That look on the sweet old man’s face was seared into her brain. What could he be doing over there in the tall grass? She wondered. The hot Kentucky sun was lapping at the tops ofContinue reading “Sunshine Valley”
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Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
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I’ve got an itch, deep beneath the surface, needs scratched. Limber fingers, dance. ~ Soft finger tips glide over eager, yearning skin goosebumps begin. ~ The face of nature smiles upon the glistening moisture, bodies joined
Sunshine Valley
Cemetery The old man fell to his knees, his hat in his hands. Tears streamed down his haggard face. How could you live with someone 60 years and just forget about that person? The pain was fading. It may have been a function of him getting older. He was having the hardest timeContinue reading “Sunshine Valley”
Waste not. Want not; mint
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. More tea please. My taste buds it does tease. ~ Grow mint in my garden. Dry, store, for mint tea anytime. My budget soars. ~ Happy little Tea Man gets to steep in hot water; not too deep.
Sunshine Valley
Gettin’ started continued Rebecca and Simon locked glances with each other. Why in the world would someone his age want to move from town? They looked across the road at the old house. Time had taken its toll on the structure. All the paint had peeled off. Simon wouldn’t have been surprised if theContinue reading “Sunshine Valley”
Write
Write with all your might. Write til your fingers bleed. Write til your heart stops aching. Write til night extinguishes the light. ~ Write with all your might. Write words that have no meaning. Write words that can’t stop screaming. Write til light extinguishes the night. ~ Write with all your might. Write, someone mightContinue reading “Write”
Sunshine Valley
Gettin’ Started Rebecca stood on her front porch inhaling deeply. The cool familiar morning air washed over her. It renewed and uplifted her spirits. She closed her eyes tighter as her body drank in the morning. It was so good to be home. She loved her mother but there is noContinue reading “Sunshine Valley”
Stuff
Trundle buggies trundle trailers we all have stuff ~ We cart it here. We cart it there. We cart it everywhere. ~ An RV the size of tour buss pulling full sized pick-up truck. Vehicles with bikes and kayaks. ~ Hamburger boxes (aka luggage totes) on top of SUV’s. Hard body or soft body. FullContinue reading “Stuff”
Where there’s smoke there’s fire?
What’s your definition of romantic? My definition of romance has changed so much over the years. Dating has taught me the things entertainment deems romantic is actually a pile of red flags on fire. The heat you feel isn’t the flames of passion but the toxic waste chapping your butt on it’s way out ofContinue reading “Where there’s smoke there’s fire?”
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