Take Me With You..... |
Where is it you go? I tried following you, but you shut the door behind you and hid the key. Is it cold? Are you scared? I bite my nails, and pace the floor waiting for your return. Where is it you go...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 22:33:00 GMT |
Chopping Onions |
"I need to wash a load of beige towels and scrub the bathtub, I saw mildew. The litter box needs cleaning."I grabbed the ground beef from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator as I continued my mental ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:10:00 GMT |
Barack Hussein Obama refuses to salute US flag |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hU9iCANi02o
This event took place Sept. 16, 2007 in Indianola, Iowa where six Democratic presidential candidates appeared. Former Senator Barack Obama did...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 18:32:00 GMT |
A Beautiful Mess |
Soiled Kleenex dropped on the the living room floor, foil candy wrappers stuck in between the cushions of the couch, half eaten cookies on a platter. I've looked at these all day and smiled ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 20:39:00 GMT |
The sight of you |
The morning. Your bedroom door crashing against the wall as you sleepily made your way down the creaky stairs. "Mom" you'd call out, searching for me. I miss that word, 3 letters make the most be...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:29:00 GMT |
Excuse me, Miss, your pig parts are showing.... |
Sometimes I go to this place I don't like to visit. I don't even know if it has a name or an address. It's cold and damp and I can't feel the ground beneath my feet. Sometimes I just step in for a min...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 06:52:00 GMT |
What Does Love Look Like? |
It has changed its form throughout my life, and continues to change.
It has taken the shape of a young woman, hands placed upon her protruding belly as she carried her unb...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 01:53:00 GMT |
This Morning |
My hand lazily rested on the snooze button of my alarm clock this morning. This time, instead of pushing in the button that allowed me ten more minutes of rest, I sat up. Eyes closed, chin...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 18:25:00 GMT |
The Sweetest Day of My Life |
Sweats and a tattered pair of slippers. An old broom, soiled dust cloths, and a vacuum that overheats . Spaghetti sauce simmering in the crock pot, filling the air. Cont...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jan 2006 22:00:00 GMT |
Life After You |
The sun tried to make it's way through the clouds this morning. A bird woke me with his beautiful little love song. The cookie I dipped in my coffee was sweet and the cup was still comfort...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 10:50:00 GMT |
