The hairy one a rough-edged loon stood in the silvery light and howled at the moon… I don’t fear zombie brides or teens that can’t…
Tag: neighbors
Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge…
Sometimes I write about other things than sharks and dentists. Today’s subject: neighbors. I have a bit of a beef that involves my new ones…