Filed under Bad Poetry, Whatever on August 3rd, 2005 No Comments »
Subject: And finish at rehearsal beleaguer
Impatiently, after half-a-dozen unavailing modest pulls, and she Well, well. he said with a sigh, dismissing, as I then saw, some Bullock for his souls correction, I passed an hour or two in considered complete, was to recover her. This my aunt and Mr. open; and I rode behind it, and Dora sat with her back to the.
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Filed under Whatever, Writing on July 28th, 2005 No Comments »
I really do.
My wife and I are sitting on the floor putting together a crib when the phone rings…
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Filed under Comic book, Whatever on July 23rd, 2005 No Comments »
Okay, so I haven’t updated the blog in months now. I’ve been busy, what can I say. Actually, laziness has a lot to do with it, too. I’ve got a lot of writing I need to do–not just here, but I have a comic book script that is overdue and another one that I need to finish before the twins get here.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on February 3rd, 2001 No Comments »
we withdrew into the song of a sea shell and the whisper of the
ocean floor offered us its final call.
holding our thoughts like a deep breath we surrendered to the
serenity of the billowing waves.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 19th, 2000 No Comments »
I removed the bedsheets, took down the drapes and
replaced them with blinds, rearranged the furniture.
I painted the walls white, ripped up the carpet to
reveal the hardwood floors beneath, scrubbed the
bathtub and shower. All of her things are gone,
every last little reminder I can find.
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