Lost Scene: Dark Clouds

“Can you believe this?” Dan asked no one in particular, as he folded the newspaper aside. “25 shootings, 4 stabbings, 3 homicides on thanksgiving day,” he paused for affect before going on, “and that doesn’t count more over the whole weekend!” The grizzled man sat his coffee cup down on the worn countertop at the… Continue reading Lost Scene: Dark Clouds

Happy Thanksgiving

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the farm; Turkeys where hiding, and coming to harm. The farmer was busily sharpening his ax, His wife looking forward to a Friday that was black. Everyone will be feasting with tummies so full, Snoozing and napping as they watch football. And for the turkeys who survived,… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving

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Forgetting Where You Came From

Time marches forward, like troops in lock step. A vanguard of locked shields, and weapon at the ready. Forcing approval of policy, though many in the nation disagree with those sanctions. Awkward and unpolished egos need buffing, and ratings of approval take first place over substance. Potential lies dormant from the beginning. The solution is… Continue reading Forgetting Where You Came From

Crazy Pilgrim Friends #ThanksgivingCarol

Or: My Lame Thanksgiving Carol. Pilgrims feast, and then grow fat. So sad, but way too quirky; They need full bellies of deer and turkey. Or pants could fall down, with buckles on shoes and hats. A harsh winter carved numbers down; But harvest gave plenty for all. So we now celebrate with football. Pass,… Continue reading Crazy Pilgrim Friends #ThanksgivingCarol

I Could Really Use a Cup of Coffee, or an Asperin, or a Long Nap

What a day. I feel like a fire hose has been going off in my head. Information overload. Cramming data, doing word searches, cross referencing, gathering, and packing it in. Where will it all go? How will I use it to make sense of the topic I need? There’s way too much. I’ll never need… Continue reading I Could Really Use a Cup of Coffee, or an Asperin, or a Long Nap

The End of a Bad Day

Or: Water Babies Janet returned to the living room after tucking the baby in for the night. Sitting back in her spot on the couch next to Dean, she commented, “You should probably be going home now.” “But, we’re finally alone,” Dean replied, knowing full well that Janet wouldn’t stand for him staying any later,… Continue reading The End of a Bad Day