NaPoWriMo 2015.28

Frogs in the evening sing of cool rains and sunny skies. Memories of tomorrow’s promises. The tadpoles are getting bigger, and respond now when a shadow passes overhead. Naturally more aware, or have they now experienced loss? Do they know fear? Do they know joy, as they rest on the slowly skeletonizing chestnut leaves? Do […]


NaPoWriMo 2015.27

It’s down to the wire and down for the count ice pack on offended parts and pride hitting the showers — early. Sometimes the only choice is standing up again staying in the ring and making it through to the bell. —By way of explanation, I twisted my ankle and went down in front of […]


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