Dear Journal, I like to dance, to shake my hips, to shimmy to the ground, and to pop back up again like nobody’s business. I like to slide to the side, to bop my head to the invisible drumbeat, to get down with my bad self. It’s just something I was born with, this need … Continue reading Dear Journal: The Dance
In order to explain why the Good Date was the one and only date I had with Jill (The Good Date), I have to go back a week prior to it. Or maybe I have to go back to the beginning of the semester. You see, I wasn’t going to classes back then. In fact, … Continue reading The Bad “Date”
Dear Journal, The summer was mild until I took the air conditioner out of the window. Coincidence? I think not. Maybe there’s something to the old adage that when you least expect it something happens. It’s happened way too often for it to be anything more than a direct correlation, at least to me. I … Continue reading Dear Journal: These Mild Summers
These maybe’s can’t persist Stuck as they are in what if’s Shackled to possiblies And the perception of more But like clouds they drift Whichever way the wind blows Caught in the devil’s dice Hoping they come up sixes The overwhelming white on black Blurring the margins A counterfeit’s deadly curse Wanting nothing but validation … Continue reading The Devil’s Dice
It’s late on another Tuesday night and I’m sure that one of these days I’ll get to bed at some sort of suitable time for someone rapidly approaching 40. But that night won’t be tonight. I’m too keyed up. Today was the last day of summer school with the kids, and as such it was … Continue reading An Exhilarating Fear
“Strange, baby, don’t you think I’m looking older?” ~George Michael I’m older than I used to be These bones brittle and frail Falling into a state of disrepair As aches come hard like rain Thunder claps louder still This cool air fading fast Replaced by a stifling heat That never goes away But memory masks … Continue reading Older
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