Place to Fly
She kept asking if the stories were true. I kept asking her if it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for a place to stand & I wanted a place to fly.
stories
Love Poems
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:20 PM in Personal Growth
not very good with love poems to the world, so they usually just end up saying, How’s it going? to everyone they meet
Knees
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Aging (& Retirement) Family & Relatives
These knees have stories, she said, but they’d have to be a mouth to tell you.
Good Reasons
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Dreams
I tell stories for very good reasons, she said, but I’m not going to tell you what they are or you’d start reading too much into them
Front Porch
Posted: December 16, 2013 at 3:19 PM in Aging (& Retirement) Family & Relatives Friends & Neighbors Job & Career
My grandpa used to tell us about a man who had 3 heads who lived in his town & he was always in the kitchen frying something or other & even though it smelled like chicken it was really the bones of children. He was awake every time I saw him, my grandpa said, even … [Read More]