An Autumn Day At The Abandoned Orchard
My Old South
for The Weekly Photo Challenge / Local Continue reading My Old South
de la grande et la petite mort
I turned from my corner with my grief and my heart I knew as did you I could not take more. worn down like a litho stone are we. bare. we can not be. or what? more double rainbows from my tears? more drops of sadness pooling here between with you spilling your life all over my keyboard yet, I live I am alive and … Continue reading de la grande et la petite mort
we have no time for this
you are fragments now of a person I once knew two dimensional Continue reading we have no time for this
u r h2o
like the water I stand in, I float away from you out of the blue for the weekly photo challenge – h2o Continue reading u r h2o
we are
dancing around fossilized remnants of ourselves as we spin like a Degas little dancer dressed in designer clothes the pretentious one and I nostalgia for breakfast just beer for lunch are we in response to The Weekly Photo Challenge Continue reading we are
so we are all dying
on some level perhaps we all know it cell by cell our bodies decay breakdown slowdown bit by bit all of us some halted in their tracks but we’re all dying as the outer layer sheds skin day by day yet, in those waves of oxygen we share we love again posted for Outer Layers | The Discover Challenge Continue reading so we are all dying
We Were The Breakfast Club
You dropped me off that first day, and outside the annex was this group of punk rockers, with their Mohawks and ripped clothes, combat boots and attitude. Remember you turned to me and said: “If you come home looking like that, don’t bother coming home”. I think you were a bit shocked, as that was not how you saw artists. You wanted this for me, … Continue reading We Were The Breakfast Club
a meditative ride
to breath, to get out to feel the wind in my hair on asphalt the path opens vistas inside Continue reading a meditative ride
A Late Summer Walk
Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters
Last night was relatively quiet, as I tucked myself in for the evening. Somewhere out in the village, someone has a radio on maybe, playing old country tunes? Just too far away to hear who is singing, but someone with a Patsy Cline twang. I certainly will admit, I find it a hard thing to achieve, this not thinking so much. I think cycling is … Continue reading Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters
An Afternoon Walk In The Wilds Of London
Thank You For The Experience, Dude, Cheerio
Well, apparently, from what I read and experienced of late it is my wide open door nature and my faith in humanity that causes some of my difficulties. I guess I need to say NO more. Although, I’ve also come a long way since Tim. Don’t know if you read that post of mine from yesterday Mom yet, but been processing some cold truths. Taking … Continue reading Thank You For The Experience, Dude, Cheerio
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