God must’ve planned Rested Eaten Stretched Before moulding you both Through every storm I stand Boosted Tho’ stricken I’m blessed Because I have you both

The web of life is a tricky thing Intertwined with each person you pass Even for a moment Without realization you may become a key moment in their story Yet always hoping the web never sees the wind

Local bar with one man band we are upstairs drinking attempting conversation over butchered Jimmy Buffett he has his mike setup on a rail positioned right by his mouth and walks around downstairs serenading drunks while grandma dollars go into his tight leathers he decides…

Bewitching Death came for Mother dear, when I was trapped one day. Death, the trickster devil, had lured me away. At long last I was freed when another took my place, alas, too late for Mother, and Death left little trace. I raced off after…

I see, This round earth bullshit belief, Was all a big hoax by the morbid elite. Who knew it was true no planets, no orbits, Just pancake flat earth on the back of a tortoise. That’s a big fucking tortoise, I wonder who feeds it….

Old and brown. Only your imagination can remember the deep red Of this maple leaf on her tree in autumn, Exuberant with her sisters in the fall wind, Pirouetting on the tree. You picked it for me, Holding it by the stem, Pointing to its…

Creeps up, feels like nothing, a numbness, until you feel everything.   The buzz of my skin, hive minded, thoughts disconnect, left with resentment.   Can’t accept it, want to deny it, flight of the bee, reaching crescendo.   I feel nothing.   Did I…

It’s just an old quart Mason Jar two-thirds filled with sand sitting in the corner, small shelf just above my desk as nondescript as artifacts go prominent display typical jar, ordinary sand, hand scooped by me – my hand, from shallow bottom Horseshoe Lake grandparents…

This will be my 2nd half Marathon and this time, my friend from my writing group, the Macarthur branch of the Fellowship of Australian Writers is joining me!

An ordinary chair? I think not. This chair has been places. It has “met” some famous people as a tree. A squirrel lived within it. A little finch made a nest among the branches. Raised many babies there. As lumber it “met” a famous artisan….