Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the thick and filthy… water!!???
I’m fit to burst and starved of air… My head is spinning under your innocent glare… My mind is a mess, a blur of time… This wasn’t a poem, but its starting to rhyme… I’m gonna explode, the clock is ticking… The light’s reflecting and the mud is sticking… My stomach is burning with gallons […]
Poppa has fallen asleep in his chair. Gran has made cupcakes, he ate two, and then, he passed out. He is across the room snoring now, it sounds kind of nice to me. Poppa is a good man, really, he is decent, he is decent in this old-fashioned kind of way that makes me smile. Even after three decades of marriage, I […]