A New Day

Happy New Year! Words spoken by those in...  September?! What? But it makes sense. And it has been similar to the meaning behind the l...

Time, where have you gone? fleeting shadows of yesterday are all I can see now bring back my sanity return my semblance of life ...

time slips through my fingers like so much rain at Christmas

I signed back into Bob’s and was greeted by Terry’s familiar face. “You have returned,” he exclaimed. Yup, I made it. I was back in downto...

Day after day Tapping words for others Happy, busy, I portray (yes, the right answer) But as the sun sets Time crawls Wall...

A book calls. My mind stews. The bath heats.    Good. Ice cubes clinking.    Also good. I am angry at the injustices    that are pus...