Stories from the satchel – Poetry & More

Waste Land

I have been told this phase of my life is called the “waste land”. Nothingness. Total nothingness. You perceive yourself as a misshapen monster. You look back on life. The past, it’s dead and gone. You feel empty, hollow, useless. You look forward on your life, you see nothing on the road. Nothing! For allContinue reading “Waste Land “

SAm do

I rolled my tired body out of bed, dreading the day ahead of me. One shouldn’t dread going to work. Work is such a big part of our lives; it should be something you look forward to. Perhaps that is just my naive way of thinking. I am tired of doing the same thing dayContinue reading “SAm do”

Kentucky Summer

*Author’s note. I had an old satchel under my night stand; covered with 20 plus years of dust. It contained page after page of stories I had started. This is one example. In my forty-six years of walking this earth, I’ve only met one person that claimed not to have a celebrity crush. All IContinue reading “Kentucky Summer”