It had been years since I mowed the house we grew up in. Like with people, the house had become old and fragile and ill; soon it will meet its demise. As I mowed the lawn, it reminded me of a garden we had. It wasn’t huge, but it required some work. Our stepdad Joe worked the tiller like an expert. Continue reading
bound to suffer, bound to fail
it’s inevitable, something to look forward to
she preaches in her black spandex pants
inexperienced, yet confident in life’s answers Continue reading
Just what was I thinking? She sat there, next to me. A woman. A woman who loved me. A woman who was amazing, intelligent, beautiful, smiling in her black thick framed glasses as she talked with me about the music she played. And just like that, I let her go. I didn’t even try. The pain is still there. It hurts to think about her. I miss her and wish I could have had just a few more minutes with her.