Let’s set the latitude to swelter I’ve never been your frozen angel I’ll caress the Rose of Sharon, white faced and rosy-cheeked with its leaves going limp withering in the stagnant heat I won’t call foul even with the decimation of squash the brittle leaves brushing my fingers Instead, I will meet the cinnamon-headed girl … Continue reading
My friend The Count has asked for my advice He wants a makeover to improve his social life We could begin with his wardrobe those musty, old clothes Needless to say what’s he doing wearing hose? Then there’s his hair black with a weird part and him lingering late night at the Mini Mart His … Continue reading
When the chicken crossed the road I was walking with too-tired feet and a too-smart border collie When the chicken crossed the road I admired him there bold the black, speckled feathers the red comb I was not to worry then the dog’s ears flew up sensing something… My grip was firm he understood though … Continue reading
I passed by this old house one evening alive with candlelight where it stands on 10th Street it has been there since the early 1900s against ratcheting time life expanded and dissolved like the neighborhood bakery barber shop, trinket stores horses and carriages replaced by autos Bonnie and Clyde roamed the backside of these streets … Continue reading
You had to get out those rose colored glasses head down memory lane thinking it sweet like molasses How but how did these people become strange? Nope, you never imagined how much they did change Friends a long time ago, friends no more Couldn’t get gone fast enough couldn’t find the door Just kept thinking … Continue reading
Driving out west and confronting all that open highway provided me the perfect opportunity to think about the years, where they went, why they fell in a mountainous heap and sifted through my fingers like the white, swift sands of time. We drove onward as the highway cut through red canyons, and Voila!….it’s exactly a … Continue reading
Today is August 17th, and it is Twillia Garvin’s birthday. Twillia was a lovely southern woman, a hard working, resourceful wife, a loving mother, and a treasured grandmother. She was born a long time ago, but her influence has persevered through the years for those that loved and knew her. It was not long after … Continue reading
Sometimes breaking the weekend routine is difficult….but here’s to having a great Monday, if it is possible to have a great Monday 🙂 Continue reading
In light of all the things there are to dread meet PowerPoint Ted He’s a Power Talker, a real Word Rocker Who likes turning his back on folks And clicking that small remote We watch him like an Army of the Dead Charts, graphs, symbols and the sales stats of Ted To say it mildly, … Continue reading
Flashback sees her standing there hazel eyes and golden hair Hanging out, sun in her eyes Look now at how time flies Earth tone colors wallpaper of fern halter tops, cutoffs, amazing sunburn Highway stretched out far away it seemed Not mastering one smidgen of all that was dreamed Lazy lake, one red light Boones … Continue reading
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