I love abandoned houses. I love the stories I imagine they tell. The crinkled black and white photographs of people smiling mischievously as if they had an incredible secret about to be spilled. I love the rusted cast iron skillet mother's pride where eggs and bacon sizzled always before dawn. The worn out easy chair …
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Winter’s Frosty Breath
Autumn comes but can never stay. For Winter must blow its frosty breath way too soon. (Photo courtesy of Artem Sapegin on Unsplash)
What To Write About
Writer's block? Never had it. If nothing exciting happens to day I've got all those years of yesterdays.
Delirious With Fever
This might sound stupid crazy or sick but hear me out before you judge me quick. I love to have a very high fever when it snows in winter. Where temps are minus a frigid cold snap With me running outside without coat or cap. I never feel the biting wind the deep freeze that …
No Christmas This Year
It came upon a midnight unclear the snow falling hard I could not hear. The fog was dense as we all shook in fear. Would Santa find us? What about his reindeer? What? No presents? None this year? Oh perish the thought! Have no fear! I will go to Walmart and walk if I cannot …
A Hundred Years Ago
I went home today. Took a long forgotten road that once was nothing but gray and brown stones. A one lane dirt trail leading to my childhood. Then the big trucks came. There was that smell of tar and sweat sizzling in the heat of summer. For a moment I expected to see My …
