I’m sorry I’m not worth a call just because you miss my voice.I would call you to say the same... Read More
Going on a dietThink I’ll try itDye my graying hairChange color, add some flair Lose 12 pounds quickTo this one... Read More
In mountains of North Georgia,Way back up in the sticksCousins visit old maid aunts,‘twas nineteen sixty-six. A blustery evening,Giggly girls... Read More
How could this happen?How can this be?When we last spokeYou were thinking of coming to see me.I got a call... Read More
The darkness is too alive,it eruptsthen hidesin the cobwebbed cornersof our mindsuntil the outrage dimsand blendswith the muffled criesof conscience... Read More
Spins a world known only to herStrange verbiage doesn’t elucidateDouble entendres stirs blue blurLanguage fails to communicateFoments endless hair-split debateWeasel... Read More
By Marie Boling March snuggles beneath winter covers,Hardened under autumn’s russet leftovers,And brittle hand-me-downs.Wind, as callous as starched bed sheets,Ices... Read More
nothing can shake meshe writes with a grinthe system is flawedthere’s battles within but silence is goldenthe cushion’s always rightnothing... Read More