Does love equal respect? Does love equal compassion? Or is love an over exaggerated emotion for human exploitation? ~ Tennyson says ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’. Did he find hope in the notion that love itself is a miracle? What does a love, that someone wouldContinue reading “The depth of love”
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Legacy of stupidity: you’re not cute or funny
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? How I came up with this title? WordPress/Jetpack does daily writing prompts. The question was: what is the legacy you want to leave behind? (May 24th, 2023) At the point this was written, I had no legacy as it were. No children toContinue reading “Legacy of stupidity: you’re not cute or funny”
Winter Season
Are violets really blue? There was an envelope attached to his front door. There was a picture of her house. The back read: Roses are red. Are violets really blue? Come on over, something is waiting for you. On her front door was another envelope. The picture was of her back porch. The back read:Continue reading “Winter Season”
The prize
Melt me. Set me free. ~ Are you willing to find the prize hidden inside. Are you able to fine where a future resides? ~ Melt me. Set me free. ~ A story fit for generations. A depth seeking penetration. ~ Melt me. Set me free. ~ A kind word. A gentle art. No games.Continue reading “The prize”
Winter Season
Valentines Day Oscar didn’t care for Valentine’s Day. It was the day for lovers and he’d never really had a lover. There was Esther and he loved her. But they weren’t lovers. Not yet anyway. He wanted them to be and he was pretty sure she wanted it to. He wanted to do something specialContinue reading “Winter Season”
😢 NOOOOO
I’m no longer a novid. I got Covid. 😢
The depth of love; part 3
Splatter art? I read an article about a man who used boxing gloves covered in paint to hit canvas. What an amazing idea. As I’m doing a little research about the right way to throw paint? Is there a right way to throw paint? Water (squirt) guns, balloons, hand fulls of paint. I’ve even usedContinue reading “The depth of love; part 3”
The depth of love, part 2
Winter Season
Pun intended Oscar was walkin’ out the door when his phone chimed. Esther had sent him a text. ‘Hi dear. I’ve made rice puddin’ for dessert. Do you have any cinnamon? I thought I did. Baked pork chops, peas and mashed potatoes for dinner.’ He called her, “hi.” “Hello sunshine. I have no idea ifContinue reading “Winter Season”
God, yes. Then?
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? “Once you get it through your head that NO BODY cares, you’re a winner.”
Poetry & More 