Monthly Archives: September 2017

Mortal Less?

Hey everybody, Today there was news that kind of put me off, shook me as soon as read the text from my mother early this morning. Late last night my step-cousin passed away, she had battled diabetes for most of her life and sadly, that battle is now over. I won’t really go into it […]

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Feel that Draft?

Hey there, It’s Tuesday, I’m sitting here on my lunch hour from work, listening to Mulgrid Miller, feeling all posty. The only thing is, I got nothing, nada, zilch, I’m blocked, just staring at a blinking cursor and a slew of material sitting dormant in my drafts. My mind has been mush for a few […]

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For the Love of Gay

Hey there, I ate lunch today in the adjacent hotel lobby next to my work as I do every now and then. Sometimes I use my lunch hour to write because it’s out of the way, hotel quiet, and a great place to people watch…and not in that creepy way. I was sitting there, minding […]

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Why Me?

Hey there everyone, Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong? Well, for me that was yesterday and a Monday at that, it was a really bad day for me, where I wished that I never should have gotten out of bed. I suffer from anxiety and when I […]

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Am I still?

Am I still… a string of your heart? Or does it lie frayed, too torn apart. Seasoned now, but still we’re broken, enough has always been, left unspoken. See my light, I’ve been casting in hope, I swear this absence has no cope. Our detached strings will again accrete, I won’t stop trying until I […]

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Keep Content

Hey errbody, Just a shout out to my readers, haven’t done one yet and it’s about time I did. I want to say that without you, I wouldn’t be able to pursue a dream of mine, and that’s to write. Whoo deeep, no but seriously, it’s been nothing but positive feedback when it comes to my […]

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We were the Warriors

Indolent Saturdays poking things with sticks. We ran the back hills of our home. Three soldier foray, we flanked…pretending. Skinned knees and eye pokes, no bother, as we’d rather dare and tell more lies.  

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