Thanksgiving got off to a rough start this year. I awoke the day before with strep throat. This was a bit of a bummer, as…
Month: November 2015
Girl with the you-can’t-make-me swagger muttering defiances from a sour tongue a mouth formed to mask disappointment a handful of toughness to cover your shattered…
Oh that calm sea the cliffs of England near distant perpetual lull of incoming tides sand and pebbles dance if you listen you can hear…
I was recently nominated for this lovely award by my friend and fellow blogger: Millie Thom. Millie maintains a beautiful blog and writes about English…
They called him Old Aaron he used to sit in the Arby’s parking lot in summer out there on the table sun beating down somtimes…
Old letters sometimes fall out as if sifted from the center of time itself words stare back from slanted sentences uttered by strangers from afar…