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who can tell
what I want is right
in a sense
when it rains the smell
of wet mud feels fine

Poetry

Rambles, August 15, 2018 Edition

I’ve been thinking about the past for the last day or so. It’s been twenty-three years since I went to Ireland now. One of my most fondest memories of my lifetime and it was so long ago. 494 more words

Story Related

Needles and The Need For You

Last weekend, I put out a call for writing collaborations to pass the time during what’s been a fairly wet and somewhat dreary time of year. 505 more words
Poetry

A Carefree Creature

As my response to the Ragtag daily prompt: FREEDOM
with a nod to Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day: NONCHALANT

I offer this poem about this carefree toad: 194 more words

Reflections

What do I want to do?

Sometimes, we feel completely lost – and that’s okay.

For the nth time, I was asking myself “What is it that I want to do?”.  1,263 more words

Life

Hollow

Everything feels so hollow. The only thing I can feel are the tears that roll down my face. Words ring so hollow. Haven’t so many words been said that didn’t mean a thing in the end anyway? 808 more words

Reflections