Monthly Archives: January 2018

Close to You

  When “so close” becomes “too close,” people sniff and step away— it’s body odor    

Like a Rock…

    the chip of diamond in my ring, some days feels more like a cement slab.  

The Olden Days

This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below. “There it is son; that’s the house I grew up in.” “Gee, Dad…it’s so dark…weren’t you scared?” “Uh, no….we usually turned the lights on at night.”    


  Recipe for Peace: Hold hands and sing Kumbayah Add water, shake well.      

True Love

love is not patient nor is it kind;  love, it seems, doesn’t give a damn. there isn’t always someone for everyone: sometimes there’s no one