it’s too late to talk. To write. To think. I have a headache. It’s 3:49 am. December 6th came and went. Like it always does. But my son’s memory is forever. Two years now since he moved on to the next world. And here I am stuck. i am trying to get unstuck though. I … More HALF
It is I the wayward writer. Here today, gone tomorrow. I am a very undisciplined sort, managing my time is not my forte. And my desires swing like monkey’s in trees. I do a lot of painting and working outside, watching episodes and playing games. Perhaps a few spare moments of just staring out windows, … More Go Jesus
I am not thinking too deeply these days, just skimming the surface. Like a boat on a sunny day, just lazily gliding across water so calm, it’s like glass. And mind you, it’s a nice boat with a good engine. Because a row boat just sounds too task involved for me at the moment. My … More Wandering Human Plants
INTO THIS DEEP 