all will be well

cross my fingers hope to fly before my heart stops, and I wonder why some birds have wings but prefer to walk? nothing to say and yet you talk must be something in the water. If I catch the dawn before it can break would you take me to your heart or sit there in…

Read More

Pekingese twins

Some days are Sundays play days pray days, I stay away from the latter days the saints do not approve. Anyway I’m trying to move my right arm the one with a touch of cramp, I had a touch of that in my right foot and an itch behind my ear which might be the age…

Read More

The Lear

in a roundabout boat on a roundabout sea about to get around to becoming a new me, where the commonplace is rare and the air is so clear I can see almost forever when forever is near, rocking to and fro to the yonder where I go on a roundabout sea roundaboutly slow…

Read More