Time and bone ~   First the stride goes: no use for well-loved cowboy boots my long-legged fast-paced movements.   Next the firm step goes: the hip rebels, the knee adjusts the foot feels tentative for ground.   Then the hobble comes: the shoulders hunch…

Brats don’t give a fuck Construction was never in my world, Too cold to miss the game Noo excuses might see the lovely Suzie Lucky Suz I call her A dead cat stretches out perhaps it’s sleeping   Cut this wind to the back of…

Walking with the sunrise Has become a normal thing Since we’ve been locked inside our houses It’s when my soul can sing There’s just something about the dawn That breathes hope into my soul When the sun’s rays pierce the darkness Merging night with day;…