They’re more world weary Than when I last saw them Even more so Than when I met them But underneath everything I can still see the boys they were While acknowledging the men that they are We knew each other then We still return to…
Category: Miscellaneous
dew on grass, wind in my eyes and ears sick sour apples spoiling in the grass hot heavy air bees? everywhere i miss summer nights
GOT Wannabe
This silly thought once came to me, in Game of Thrones I want to be A friend of Arya Stark is “oh” or even wife of hot Jon Snow Could also be tough Cersie’s friend I might make her a lot of thrones Wise young…
Hour Twelve, 90 to 100 words
Softened When I’m far too connected, too aware of world news, when the blue computer screen and the phone, the iPad, the television, the everything of everywhere overwhelm my solitary soul, I search for the soft, the disconnected, the backward, the slow. Reading by candlelight,…
Marathon Anniversary
What would I need to do to make you stay? Make a commitment to another twelve… I look back upon our experiences together. They say time makes you forget the bad, remember only the good. I say – it’s still all too fresh. I’ll finish…
Toy boy
Tin toy drummer high on a ledge Tin toy drummer boy you’re an antique, Little boys in your day would play without end Using their imagination fun had no end I wonder,how much I could get on on eBay, inbox me!
Biking Up the Driveway and Back
It’s not that the mailbox is too far to walk to everyday, but that it’s just far enough to make riding a bicycle meaningful. Jim walks the dog every morning and evening, but rides his bike to the box. On the way back, he pedals…
hour 12: 1.5 generation
I’m a 90’s baby but I don’t know 90’s music so if you say anything about Destiny’s Child I’ll just smile and nod. Back then my mom was bumping Cho Yong Pil, and no— you’re the one who’s missing out. I still haven’t been given…
Prompt #12
Waking wet dreams passion drenched dancing bodies souls uniting spirits unfurling bare skinned stark naked abandoned clothing lies all over the floor tip toeing around mischievous smile brimming dry mouths breathing heavy panting barely containing desires bosoms aching rib cages breaking open hearts freed running…
Brotherhood
Who will fight with me? Who will ride into battle with me? Who will turn the tide of the war with me? Only these boys These brothers These knights of our round table Racing against the sunset Taking action when no one else will And…