Something that bothers me.

We’ve been “friends” for years. I worked with you for a decade. During that time, we had an artistic association as well. My daughter joined us on occasion with our musical efforts. I was blind to it at first, but no more. Your friendly “hello beautiful” remarks at first seemed just that. Then, it was […]

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Long Ride Home

Originally posted on Writing and Reflections:
Some people long for blooming darkness velvet blackness where the lonely seek cover with the eyes of a discarded doll even as spirits commune to hear each teardrop as it falls Some people long for endless accolades syrupy sweetness encased in lyrics that lie to invent personas which claim…

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Itself

Kid Little thought toys would do it. At fifteen, a Bad Influence showed him Playboy. He thought that would do it. He turned 21 on the day the drinking age changed to 19. He thought booze would do it. It only made him sick. He saw guys with pickup trucks full of empties, belligerent in […]

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