It wasn't up to you It was up to me Turns out there was A LOT of falling Drank too much Smoked too much Really over did it on the folly Still here I am Full of ego and piss The cracks are deeper My bruises lie in wait Not as quick to calamity At least that's what I tell myself Though I can still throw my lot in with the wineos So go ahead twist that top or pull the cork Let's get on with it Oh am I GONNA PAY FOR THIS TOMO...

The Mardi Gras adventure. It was Mardi Gras in the French quarter of New Orleans. Marti the mink had never seen such a crowd. She had been around humans before so that didn't bother her too much. She looked at all the fun costumes and masks in bright shades of purple green and gold and had to glance at the calendar again. So much purple and gold she thought it was time for LSU football season. "Nope," she thought to herse...

Standing on their hill. Snow blowing her hair. Head bowed. Tears flowing. His widow remembers. That hot, July day in 76. The day he rode, Out of her life. His weathered face. Blowing his love, Her final kiss. Telling her, To saddle the wind. Till his return. Sioux arrow, Found his chest. Holding her picture, For his final kiss. Montana winds. Ripple though, Waving creasy grass. As her picture circles. Reaping the wind. Fi...

The recent haints in the turnip patches, rumored to be poultrygeist chickens, zombified. Possessed with a fetish for mooning late-night diners at the A&W. Frightening the bejesus out of local crawdads eaters. It just so happen, that last night, Jimmy Swaggart was there, putting the make on a bowl of grits. I am the local sheriff, and I take pride in enforcing this town's ordinances. I gave Swaggart a ticket for parking in...

~~~~~~~ He gently laid her on the bed, pulled the covers up over her, and said, very softly, “Good night, Girl. Nothing but good dreams, okay?” Her smile deepened, “Night, Bear. You, too.” He padded out to his place on the rag rug, slumped down on the floor in front of the fire, heaved a deep sigh, looked into the flames for a while, then closed his eyes, and slept. It had been a very good day. When Girl awoke, it was twi...

Getting up to the attic is a chore these days. Hell, some mornings just getting out of bed is a chore. Still on the right side of the lawn though, which is something. So full of history up here. The weight of it lies heavy on my shoulders at times. Featherlight at others. Dusty boxes labeled with memories line the walls. Lone bulb flickering, doing its best to keep the light going. I know how it feels. Grampy used to come...

Love. Is it worth the risk? When you open up your heart to someone, Let them experience what’s in your heart And maybe, just maybe fall in love? Is it worth the risk? Even though memories of past hurts linger And warns you not to let your guard down For the fear of a broken heart once again. Is it worth the risk? Falling in love is an emotional and conscious decision. You chose to allow an individual into your heart Even...

Watchful eyes upon a ticking clock Pace around the room and I’ll check the lock The wood groans, it won’t hold tight “I don’t think we’ll last the night” It’s coming for us, dead or alive There’s no fighting, no way to survive Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide It’s coming for us, it's there outside Candlelight twirls in your eyes A somber dance, I recognize There’s no hope left to reprise This morning was our last sunrise S...

Feeling the wind saw lifting lord of the wings creation through sycamore trees, whispering, a breath beneath soft leaves in the twilight of autumn's veil butterflies in evolution feeling the wind saw lifting

Not all witches are ugly. That may sound like an odd thing to say, but it carries a certain truth. When we were young, it was easy to tell the good from bad. Villains were easy to spot. Witches were ugly, robbers wore a mask and monsters looked like monsters. Con men would invariably sport a long thin moustache, constantly sharpening the tips between finger and thumb. The people we could trust were just as easy to find. P...

You read the terms and conditions Written in fine print were my inhibitions You had no qualms or questions You made your own decisions You set out on a journey To discover my entirety When you find mental diarchy Will you show me mercy? Each sign is carefully laid out Neon with bold letters Specific safety measures You know the ones I’m talking about You pass each one without caution Determined on your mission You opened...

I’ve waited for someone to hold me, Make me feel the way I use to And love me for all that I am. I have bathed in the shadows of loneliness, That was until I saw you In the light of love. I saw you in my dreams. Sharing our hearts, soul And our world together. When I saw you I wanted to hold you close, Look deep into your eyes And see all the love you have for me. All the while never realizing How deep and strong my love...

Zara slid into the vacant seat and joined her classmates for lunch. “So, what are you guys doing for Mardi Gras?” she enquired as she opened her can of coke. Her friend Sinead paused, a sandwich halfway to her mouth. “We don’t do Mardi Gras. We just have Pancake Tuesday.” “What?” Zara looked around the table, expecting to see everyone laugh but they all just looked at her and shrugged. “Pancake Tuesday?” “Yeah,” explained...

I The dim of dawn brightens to a resplendent sunrise. Church bells ring, announcing the Angelus. I rise and kneel at the side of my bed with a bowed head, Listening to songbirds as I pray to Mother Mary. II Sunrise gives way to daylight. I finish praying for the morning and rise my head to Gaze out the windows at God’s beautiful creation. I offer my thanksgiving and love to Him. III The rays of daylight brightly shine acr...

It had been another brutal self-imposed workout at the Chrome Anvil gym. As I head to the juice bar I nod to some of the other members that I recognize. "This shit was a lot easier thirty years ago," I tell them and they all agree. Most men of my age are content with water aerobics and pilates, but not me. I pumped iron as a young man and have no intention of stopping. I have had to make adjustments with the poundage as m...