I love my hugger pillow Though she has no arms or head She’s always waiting there for me when I climb into bed She greets me every evening with…
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They came in old cardboard boxes with white water lines and black mold. They came in plastic totes, softened and misshapen from the strain of the collective weight within. They…
I was driving home just now, mindless highway driving after a day of errands and tasks. Another bitter January day of the type that come in bunches when you couldn’t…
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“Christianity will go, it will vanish and shrink. I needn’t argue about that; I know I’m right and I will be proved right. We’re more popular than Jesus now.” John…
I can still remember the sensation of sitting in the theater at twelve years old, rife with anticipation yet blissfully uncertain of what wonders of pure imagination were coming my…
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I want to take a moment to say thank you to those of you who who have subscribed, followed on Facebook or taken a moment of your valuable time to…
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Little Bobby Oppenheimer playing in the sand Plutonium, uranium and atom bomb in hand This little city went sizzle This little city went boom This little city cried Dear God…
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I’m not sure why it is that it takes a death anniversary to cause me to reflect on a life lived. Better to remember a birthday or better still to…
I refuse to pray, because God made me the stubborn kind There ain’t no conversation with the Lord, gonna ease my mind The whiskey and the wanting have become my…
I was taking a walk the other night when a song came through my earbuds and though I’d heard the song a thousand times prior, it struck me like never…
By birthright a pretender, Never a contender, Snapping my suspender to verify my gender, Stamped return to sender, Brain put in a blender, Spare but never slender, Coarse but not…
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Driving home from dropping my son off at work I took an unplanned side trip. Against my better judgment and in blatant defiance of my feeble, self imposed prohibition I…