Bed of Dreams
All the dreams I had, building on each other, forming and growing…walter mitty had nothing on me. I could imagine the best of times, the […]
All the dreams I had, building on each other, forming and growing…walter mitty had nothing on me. I could imagine the best of times, the […]
My old friend Handsome Johnny and I would meet up at his house in Willoughby Beach. Some days, I was already there, spooning with his
Lost a few of my friends recently, one of which was fourteen-year old Toby. Toby was a good dog, came to me like the rest
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So, let’s see…how did it go? When I was so busy with work, always raising kids, social media was, for me, rather useless. From my
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-blue moon and crimson tides, i sit on this bank of dirt and try to make sense of things. like the waves that beat upon
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