A taste of good life,
And best sounds,
Of salty things,
And piled-up mounds, Continue reading
If you happen to crush your enemies,
And make them suffer,
If you happen to win what you wanted to win,
And achieve your goals, Continue reading
Have you considered that everything might be okay?
That it’s not going to fall apart,
That you could,
Maybe,
If you’re lucky,
Live the life you wanted to have,
And live it joyfully? Continue reading
You’d think my favorite,
Would be the time of screams,
The time of skeletons,
And very bad dreams. Continue reading
There are words to describe it.
But I find them lacking.
Not effective enough.
Not personal enough. Continue reading
(It’s better to give than to receive, right? Well, since it’s Christmas and all–have one more re-post on me. My favorite Christmas story I’ve ever written. Originally posted December 10th, 2016.)
It’s getting cold even here in Florida, so I thought I’d write something a little joyful and a little warm.
I call it:
Being Happy In The Morning
Too early to do this, Charles concluded. Too early in the morning. But Charles would not have it any other way. Continue reading
It’s getting cold even here in Florida, so I thought I’d write something a little joyful and a little warm.
I call it:
Being Happy In The Morning
Too early to do this, Charles concluded. Too early in the morning. But Charles would not have it any other way.
The wrapping: silver. The shape: a hard rectangle. He felt the spine underneath his fingers. Too easy. Did not matter if he was tired, he could tell this shape in his sleep.
“So, it’s a book, but which one?” Continue reading