Monthly Archives: November 2018

Pizza night

Made pizza tonight. Used my mom’s old black, cast iron Skillet. Got it real hot, like five hundred Degrees. But the beer I drank cold. Hot and cold, Kind of like my mom at times. She never made pizza. She … Continue reading

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Mornings

Morning glows with faintest hue, Mourning goes slowly With suffering anew, Morning is another gift I know, Mourning is heavier than Drifting snow. I mourn the loss of love so strong, And wonder of the morning song, I wish for … Continue reading

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Love

Love. A butterfly in early spring sunshine, Lightly flapping golden wings, Delicate but strong, Beautiful beyond words. Love. Cold wind blowing over the ridge, Insistent. Bending grasses long dormant, Somehow waking the life lived, Calling over and over your Secret … Continue reading

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