My father tells stories of greasing trolley tracks (Hartford CT) so it couldn’t go. No trolleys today, but boy oh boy the trouble we’d be in. When he tells the story you can see him reliving it, every moment of fun. My dad has this…

Covid kept us home so we could discover who we are and what we want and how to get it. Life isn’t meant to be spent in an office cubicle closed up with artificial lighting.

Writing hour after hour leads me to hibernation

I loved to run back then yes I did I used to I ran through the forest and way past the glen as they all used to say   Then one day my father he passed away and malevolent stepmom moved in to stay  …

She came to me at five weeks old a bundle of joy a most  definite beauty to behold  Six months old and she tripled in size Curiosity rode high in her amber wolf eyes    Her stubborn streak began she started to balk at my…

My mind has chosen to feel hope My body has chosen to remember its Stardust While my mind wishes it was only Stardust It is stuck with only the hope

My words use to be venom Pouring out at the most inopportune times Never caring who they targeted Never worried about their victim Until it hit me I was the snake

Her skin The most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt The tenderness of her touch Truly electrifying

My exterior is hard Difficult to Crack Yet soft on the inside And easy to destroy

Books for beginners An easy task Anyone wanting to explore the world Without leaving Should do fine