. . Aching dawns, Sore evenings… Sometimes, time Looses any meaning. Bad news forced down my throat. I gag a little But I still hope For a twist An unexpected turn With little luck The planet won’t burn… Down, and to heal My worries I turn to my Band-Aid memories.
. As you read this, you might not be feeling well. You might be sad, angry or in some kind of pain. I feel you… We all live with our personal struggles, even if we don’t talk about them, right? Life is life (la-la-la-la-la! Sorry, silly 80’s reference, if any of you remember Opus’ one…… Continue reading Just thinking…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Swallow… (Late March 25th FFF)
The Word of the Day is TWIST, I hope you enjoy using this word in a story or a poem.TWIST — Word of the Day Challenge
Serving her what I thought our last meal together was the waiter, stopped and whispered in her ear, a smile appeared with her throwing her arms around him and kissing him, I would jealous be, but I must admit, never ever having a customer kiss me like that before…. This story is…… Continue reading Our Last Meal – Notthedane56
Cyranny's Cove 