History “Oh no, it was honest.” He grinned. “What?” “I never figured you for an Earth nerd.” “Oh, I had great fun helping you grade papers. It brought back a lot of good memories.” The next ornament he pulled out were sticks glued together and painted. “Several years in a row I took patients toContinue reading “Winter Season”
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Say yes
Tall seagrass
Hear the wind? My tassels blow to and fro. Hear the tones? Cold enough to chill the bones. A gust here. A gust there. Be still? Do I dare? You run and hide. But I must stay outside. Cold wind, all night will blow bringing with it a chance of snow.
Why I Write
You write. You share. But you’re not making any money. ~ You write. You share. It helps heal old wounds. ~ You write. You share. It cleanses the soul. ~ You write. You share. Someone likes your work? ~ You write. You share. It lightens your heart. ~ You write. You share. Can someone elseContinue reading “Why I Write”
How about a state?
What cities do you want to visit? Growing up I developed a love of Marty Robins. He could tell a story through song like few people could. One of his songs ‘El Paso’; had me dreaming about someday visiting. I would love to go to Texas. Land of horses, cowboys and now rockets. What moreContinue reading “How about a state?”
Winter Season
That kiss It was almost midnight before they stopped and took a shower, Oscar laid on the couch. He opened his arms for her. She smiled at him, “no.” It broke his heart. ‘No’. But she was smiling, he told himself. “Lay on the other side.” He did as she had asked and changed hisContinue reading “Winter Season”
Lick
Lick my arm? No. You didn’t ~ Lick my leg? That tickles. ~ Lick my ear lobe? I’ll tear out your tongue with mine.
Fallin’ leaves
Broken
A dirt swatch To sit and watch An inner thrill An outward chill ~ Day after day Sit, watch, feel, pray Rare days you fly New sensations ply ~ Sleep came to my spot This little map dot Dreams of a time When automation is divine ~ No one else involved Problem solved We canContinue reading “Broken”
Winter Season
You were that girl? Chet was having a really hard time with the whole she was the girl that summer story. Was she really? He finally asked, “Esther, tell us something about you.” “There really isn’t much to tell. I have shared a little with Oscar. You all call her Widow Morrison but she wasContinue reading “Winter Season”
