A Little Closer to Grace

Bowie was the last to die. Drawn and quartered by the pack. Snickers was decapitated, Mickey got run over. And God only knows what happened to the rest. But, someone had to pay for the crime. So the orange, shaggy dog took a bullet to the head. He took it as well as any I guess.... Continue Reading →

Poem: In the Waves

In the waves there is a pulsating rhythm That ebbs and flows with the tide Sometimes rising, rushing, mighty frothing Sometimes falling, steady, low and gentle rolling But always changing, moving, forever shaping The ocean new

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