Friday, February 21, 2020

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Falling

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OK, Boomer

My girls

“And one- two-three, one- two- three-come on people, where is that forcefulness that your mothers gave birth to you with?!” I hear some giggles from...

Moses’ Story

I wanted the train to go faster. The old man’s snot streamed down. His eyes crossed like he was itching to assassinate the tip...

Golden Wheat

Autumn Breeze

My mind is afire like the path in front. I see flashes of yellow, orange and red Thoughts turn black, There is no going back. My head is cluttered like...

Lullaby

From whirling winds, troubled seas It comes as a gentle breeze But still sweeps the mightiest kings It stalks and it creeps, It crawls and it leaps It ebbs...