Musings on a Contented Life
Yet another diner, yet another written account in need of a place. A setting. She sets her pen down on the cream-colored paper of her “writer’s notebook”. Re-reads the words (see above) she just committed to that cream-colored paper. Once committed, the words stand alone, rightly or wrongly or neutrally. Kind of like Joshua. A…
Peer Gynt’ing
the man awakes from his dream Hedda to a morning as dark & uninspiring as a poorly written Soliloquy too be, or knot to be, that is the egestion he chuckles at his self-whit then ruminates that he was once a “good” writer but alas no more since she took his thesaurus & she discovered…
Final Dayz
September 1st And life north of the Forty-Fifth Parallel has grown age’d And it’s still hot Bumble bees, along with the yellow jackets, are for the most part few Occasionally but more frequently, one sees the insect remainders on the ground, and flitting with the ghost of Death, orchestrating all And soon, the Equinox and…
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