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Weird day, and a tear in my eye

Old What’s Her Face is on her night shifts now. It makes things strange around here to be honest.

I woke up about 5:30 and the dogs wouldn’t let me go back to sleep. 468 more words


Untitled... (Seems I have a lot of those)

I am
still young

My heart hangs like it did when it was hung
My voice sings the songs that were sung
and when i think of when it had all begun… 20 more words


Hunger of the Pine.

Inhale, exhale, repeat
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
Exhale… then,

Kaleidoscopic supernova, and at its centre
An abyss
Collapsing in on itself.
Neutron star collision… 30 more words


Memorial Day

My Dad used to sing to me.

He was often under the influence of something when he crooned and looked into my eyes. He was not a stumbling sort of drunk, so only those of us closest to him would have noticed. 1,469 more words


OLWG#103- Dutch Girls, Statistically Speaking

 Written for OLWG#103

When I went to college I had to take a couple of classes on statistics. I didn’t like the course of study very much, but I was able to have fun with it. 405 more words


On display...

I wrote this a while ago…

It was a thought which had never occurred to me before… before I took the archaeological course on-line from Brown University. 382 more words



I am my own shoulder devil
(do it, do it, do it)
my own shoulder angel
(you’ll regret it, you’ll regret it)
and these days I don’t much care what I choose… 6 more words