Disdainful looks from you are welcome guests Like sunshined rays once storminess has passed So it were criminal to praise you less In deigning upon me your glares to cast…

Okay, it’s time to play. We are going up again this month, and still looking for hearty souls who want to shoot the moon : ) So, you can write…

Every Muddah’s Day, my fahdah, tell, we going out fo dinner. Only ting, he only like eat Chinese food. Instead of going one regular chop suey house, he tell we…

I wonder often why Shakespeare did write Those hundred fifty-four love sonnets dear For whom he meant each one inspired delight For whom each one was meant remains unclear Enamoring…

Carter spoke as if he were witnessing yesterday’s event from a distance; another critical phone call received from his fifth grade teacher, his father’s failed containment of anger, the baseball…

In the folded envelope that bounced, along the stones of the WWII Memorial at National Mall, stopped by toe of my last pair of USMC issued boots. Written in the…

Last night I Googled “Buy My Happy Horse Shit,” something realtor Willis J. Everist once said, giving the straight scoop on what makes the world go around. Google offered Hunter…

Okay, it’s time for the May Contest edition. I’m in England right now, so the cues might also have something to do with England : ) And yes, we’re going…

He slowly shuffles into the office, his left leg a step behind him. At the previous visit, wrinkled hands rolled up the leg of his pants to show me the…

A first marathon Add big-feet, small-shoes conceit– Yield bunion baptism.