Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls. Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm.
Unexpected memory of a corridor Voices roaring down the hall A birthday held when I was four - Not for me, for the jolly good fellow. An old man’s song if ever bellowed. On a night that feels both mad and mellow. - I mused a moment, child's mind, Who were his friends there by... Continue Reading →
Puppy Dog Eyes
I'm a spot in a puppy dog's eye, I, in eye, insignificant am I? The tiny speck in the cutest face, You notice not my rightful place. I'm a nothing, if not the key, A detail smaller than a flee. But details add to masterpiece, Piece by piece and none the least. Have you seen... Continue Reading →