"I'm in love with the memories that my parents and I didn't have." One of my life long friends said this to me after a death; she's a beautiful person, a comedian, and one who I wont give a name. Also, I spent some time updating a section of my publishing press ( West Vine Press, which is still an infant)… Continue reading Quick Press #2: Love, Writing, and Growing Up.
Quick Press #1: Who are you writing for?
I'm writing for the alien species that has yet to find the ruins of our extinct civilization.
[P] PENNCREST CARAVELLE 10
original post was 3/22/2012...I think. No time for Poetic prose and carved pumpkins. Just words testing out new machine. Some random thoughts and so it goes... [P] PENNCREST CARAVELLE 10 Typing on the back porch that my grandfather built. I got up early today and went to find ink for the word processor but veered off first… Continue reading [P] PENNCREST CARAVELLE 10
Rain is a comin’
Friday Afternoon story time: Mowing lawns as German Sheps and Irish wolf hounds watch me is funny. " tis the Rain a' coming boy so ya' better get a' mowing" I kept singing, and while I was giving the greens of the dreamers a haircut (leaving each dandelion to keep on a' growing) this random… Continue reading Rain is a comin’
Walking in Sleep
The Summer: Doors creak as rug hangs alone on drying string up hill, of Creek. The Wind chimes tangled within willow strings, tap; shelter for bucket under tree holds tad poles and marbles and skipping dreams from dead leafs that fall and brighten piles of seashells made out of, concrete. The Summer: Discarded silverware never… Continue reading Walking in Sleep
Adventures In American Writing 