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’
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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
Just Fall
Just Fall.
No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
I'm thirty one years old. Yeah. OK. The year is 2012. Yeah, and.. I'm Taking the time right now just to update myself (and readers ha!) on what I'm doing as far as writing right now. It is September 19th 2012, that's about one of the few things I think that I know for sure. Ha. No.… Continue reading No, Not Really. (enjoy the fall)
Short Post #2 (Short time travel story)
His name Gulliver, the kid of Carzann, and no shit, his name really was Gulliver, and from what I was told neither Her or Carzann had heard from Gulliver since the great Dollywood* debacle of 1989, and yeah, I’ll get to that in a second. But the madness, the dirtiness, the bugs and civil war… Continue reading Short Post #2 (Short time travel story)
Adventures In American Writing 