i had a dream

and this is how it went...

Leggings@60+com part 12

She spat something out onto the floor. "Icky bits!" "Past workers," I mumbled, "High staff turnover!"

My unrealistic expectation

A self deprecating poem about my unrealistic expectations when posting poems online.

Waiting for the Gun

Two minutes. Waiting. My heart is ready to burst. The lanes are naked, clean, ready to be torn up by cleats and sweat. Hundreds of eyes blinking and staring. Chatter swarmed into a calm

Amelia Island, Florida

Amelia Island, Florida Tuesday- May 3, 2011- Bonita Springs, Florida

Waiting

The suspense is killing me.

Chapter 13 Banished, but then return to wait …

Often leaders increased in greed, proud and unscrupulous, they no longer lead, in a way that is helpful and needful to those under their banner, forgetting who chose

sacred & profane

what is said to be sacred has never been such. the fictions of religions have plagued the minds of humans since we made our first aurignacian scrawlings in the haute garonne of france.

pitter patter (the last free sips)

"The next war in the Middle East will be fought over water, not politics" -Former United Nations Secretary General Boutros Boutros Ghali

found (on the commodification of the artist)

when you are “found” as an artist--- what that means is that someone without any talent themselves (but holding a large purse), now sees you as a prospect to make them money.

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