“I try to be good,” he said. His droopy eyes were almost closed, and I decided to leave him there for the night. The sky was wide and bruised with stars, and a cool breeze was curling its tail around the porch. I would bring him a blanket and a pillow for his head; he wasContinue reading “Temper”
Cynicism be damned Let the core of my heart rise to the surface.
Another Monday, but a new day. Let’s get through this together.
It’s amazing what you can find for sale at a gas station. Some much needed color for a gloomy Saturday.
Will you stay with me, Miss Susan help me forget the cold ahead, enshroud me in your saffron arms, relieve me of this malcontent. Will you stay with me, Miss Susan comfort me, but is there still time? Keep your glowings burning, dear ’til the end of your days decide.