Looking for a rock at present, preferably a boulder, might dig myself a cave and await resurrection sacrilegious, I know, but the tasks are overwhelming
Confronted with the confines of your hate-centered speech, I choke on disbelief, mind sputters, stalls, conversation moves on and all I can manage is an
Mist precedes morning light rises off summer warmed lake the loon’s call floating on a breeze – forever a cherished slice of life. (For Reena’s
One a Tom – night prowler, elusive schemer – renders me sleepless. Another, pampered, a diva demanding, high anxiety to boot – makes me crazy.
Web-sexy this world – information my empire, a starry squadron, file phaser system – want off though, could, without asking (I visit the online Magnetic
Curiosity, it seems, flows both ways – as I adjust focus so too, do you – can’t help but wonder if the takeaway joy also