30 SEP 2023 Little Red House Under the Stairs Sitting in front of an electric Underwood.  A 565.  It isn't fancy. Or particularly pretty.  Functional. ...

It's always there.  That pressure. Do that thing.  Build something. Make it count. Live that moment.  Try that something.  Be there, in the now.  Because...

The whole of me yearns to make gentle the storms of her discontent.  To assuage the anger left amongst the lingering ashes of her contrition. ...

Go on, boy.   Bang it out. Then drink it in--irony tastes refreshingly bitter on the leading edge of a fifth decade.  So better to keep...

Heading back again across county lines a bitten straggler.  Just a dirty, exhausted Boulevard Boy limping back to where he doesn't really belong.   Not...

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Half seven on a Mitten Thursday and accidentally whiskey tickled. Not what I expected from the day. But days are seldom what I expect anymore....

She was a beautiful mess in a pretty sundress. Bright floral print and provocatively translucent. Short enough to tease urges from lingering winter hibernation. And...