Saturday afternoons

A typical Saturday afternoon collecting another prescription.

YOUNGER AND OLDER

Older than my face looks, apparently. Younger than my body feels, sometimes. Older than the first person I wished for, by months, Younger than the person I wish for, by years.

Godot Sings

The man offered himself towards tears and was unable to speak for the time being, uttering words that caused little sense like the reason of life itself spoken through utterance.

The Angel of Liberty

The day of the flight She soared into the clutches Of the sky- Her heart beating hard Saved by the one Who wanted her Would she have known? I wonder With grace-

Pandamonium

An absurd look at the mating lives of two Pandas.

a hollowing

the bond that had been between them got hollowed out by the stress of taking on too many responsibilities as a young happy couple who thought that for some reason

bad news

came walking into the local watering hole with all seductive prowess of an unspeakable lil’ nothing found deep in the most animalistic sweat of a long saturday afternoon in

and now the policeman picks up his club

uncle sam took a moment to sit down at the diner counter & shove a couple more doughnuts down his gullet, but don’t you worry, now that Kofi Annan has thrown in the towel,

Whisper His Name

He is the Great Physician who set the blind free. He healed the sick and brought peace to those afflicted.

Of all I’ve seen waiting to be discovered

A spring of buttercups, when was that now I saw in green pastures a golden jersey cow A river meandering swift-lashing and lush Where blue tit nest on passing, fell hush.

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