Scattered

There are clothes tossed about the floor. My clothes, my floor,my bedroom floor. This isn't the way things should be. This isn't how I live or how I have been living for the last three years. Things get picked up and put away. Everything in order. My sleeping chamber a place of peace and tranquility. … Continue reading Scattered

Sometimes I….

Sometimes I write bad poetry and sometimes I write stories that don't make sense. Sometimes I just write and write for hours in my head. Lately, I have been working really hard to set a schedule up for myself and it hasn't been working really well.  I did good up until last Thursday and then I … Continue reading Sometimes I….

Generosity (April Page 10 )

The sun in April is already blazing, burning your tender alabaster skin to the color of freshly steamed lobster.  Hustler or vagabond, it doesn't matter. Your need grabs my attention before you speak. You stumble over words in a quest for assistance.  Just three dollars, an odd sum and one likely to garner you a … Continue reading Generosity (April Page 10 )