One Run Away

Now when Mark the bartender, bought off the bet for five hundred dollars, the others knew, no matter…

Sure Enough…Sunday Poems

And Sure Enough REPOST Comfort Zone? No Comment… Ha! “Writing comfort zone?” I’m never comfortable in composition. I…

WOOLGATHERING

Recently, for some reason, I’ve been flirty with a daydream. The reverie begins with me trying to remember…

Second Hand Clock

Fresh out of a timely maybe or tender repatriate I stoke the embers of acquaintance while damping down…

Ground Crew

on an occasional Sunday only due to dictates of my ambivert nature I’ll amble down the avenue where…