Here is another blackened checker square-
we laid it out to complement the grass,
to hoard away our cars, to get fair share,
to find ways to spend more money on gas. 86 more words
Tags » Apocalypse
Father, order my thoughts and make them words.
There is something on the tips of all our tongues. It’s the look on the face of a dying man, just released from the hospital, sitting with his eyes closed listening to his friends read a book with him, resting in the gift of that moment. 308 more words