A bundle of rage A couple of beers A handful of pills Just won’t stop the tears The feel of
This story begins and ends with deeply felt loss. But what about the in between? Yes, that’s what really matters.
It was a stupendously boring night. I was within twenty minutes of escaping the radio station and ending my 2 pm
Insect fiddles play. Hidden from their audience, They screech their night tunes. Naught cuts the still air But the neighbor’s
Birds too-EE TEE-oo Cars sploosh rain with their tires Sounds through my window.
“Is that a talking dog?” Once upon a time, there were these people called journalists. They wrote stories about stuff
Winter Welcome to 2011 Rumbling thunder sounds Bright flashes jolt morning skies Change in the weather.
Ginger scents the air Snowflakes blow sideways outdoors Wet boots stand empty. Seasons change; new life New year and promise
The lights and music Resonate through chill air and Winter rituals. Digging the spirit, But not the commercial trash. Sell,