The Snowman and the Sun Despite the snowfall or because of it the snowman lifted himself up from the quiet blanket of nothingness and said to the sun ++++++ This is my yard ++++++ these children ++++++ who made me... Continue Reading →
If Stephen King Wrote Poetry it still goes on those little things that annoyed me about you the casket’s closed but the kitchen cabinets remain open it’s like you’re here going through the junk drawer leaving the toilet seat up... Continue Reading →
Still Driving my odometer refuses to roll over the coolant light is on and there’s nothing I can do about it I keep the tires in good shape and just had new wiper blades installed but there’s so little else... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 