What would you say, to that little prior version of you? That much younger one? The one wearing the Roy Rodgers cowboy boots? You remember, the boots with the heel nail sticking through his skin that he would not tell mama about, knowing she would take them away because she had found the blood in … Continue reading Note to Self →

How do you think the world will end? (Slow jazz tune, one, two, three) "It's quarter to three, There's no-one in the place, 'Cept Joe and me." (One, two, three) "So set 'em up, Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know" The end of the world did not come from Russia … Continue reading The End with a Whimper →

"In seeking truth you have to get both sides of the story." Walter Cronkite. Our society seems to be lost in finding the truth! To go farther, it would appear that some of our society is twisting the truth for their end game. For some, how they feel is more important than the facts. Feelings … Continue reading Truth →

I know, most of the time I am frustrated and scared, You too?   But, there was that one moment, maybe two, when I thought I was ok, maybe pretty damned good. You too? Life not in a flash, life not in a splash, life always a struggle, life not meant to be recorded all … Continue reading My Moment →

via Daily Prompt: Invisible Sometimes, I feel invisible in a crowd. No eyes seek mine, and I see no other eyes. Just me, in the crowd, trying not to get trampled on, to keep my balance from the hordes of sheep pushing past me. Sometimes, I can go the local choke and puke to order … Continue reading Invisible, Surrounded in a Crowd →

Covered I am. Quite warm and content, I be. Not needing to eat or want or breed. Lost here beneath Mother Earth for far too long I am. One with the worms and beetles and knots of the roots above. Sent here so long ago, time has no meaning nor borders for me. Once, I … Continue reading My Blankets of Time →

You know, I never thought I would live this long. Hell, at 12, I thought the guy down the street, 16, was mature. He had big muscles, a beginning mustache, and bragged about girls he had had. He told me lots of shit, and I believed it. My teachers at 40 were ancient, directed me … Continue reading A Soliloquy from an Old Guy →

Anger. So pure and decided. So dedicated in ruin, yet so clear in purpose. The sun will come up tomorrow after the battle, after the war, and silence will announce the sun rising through the trees. Are we cursed to embrace the anger? Do we have to hate to live? After all the horrible things … Continue reading Life in Pursuit, Anger in Ruin →

Ah, all of you Wordsmiths. You may be driven to repeat the likes of Byron, Poe, King, and so many others. English (and US) rules are carefully taught at various levels. Editors live and die by the rules of Grammar, they might say. I have Casual Grammar rules, which can be bent to fit the … Continue reading Casual or Expert Rule Followers? →