Old elementary school playground, after another shitty, bad thought filled night.
No red wine. No French cigarettes. Nothing but the soft whispers of the starlight. 263 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
I had to grease our tractor this morning because a while ago we had it hauled to the shop–65 miles each way–and the guy said we’d save a lot of money if we’d grease it. 818 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
(A reprint from my original The Gourmandista blog — June 20, 2006)
It’s amazing how foods we ate when we were children can now be just the right food to comfort us after we’ve had a bad day at work or are struggling with a problem. 140 more words
3 months ago
On Sunday I heard Billy Collins reading one of his poems on the Prairie Home Companion radio show. I love his poetry and also enjoy listening to him read his poems. 789 more words
4 months, 2 weeks ago
I want to go back to those days
Those days of mine,
Those days with her,
When we both were nine.
Those days of summer, 545 more words
9 months ago