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A Night Walk
A Walk I took a walk tonight. An out of character activity. Just walked out the door and took a right, no end in mind. Steps, one after another, led me from that door down streets I did not know. … Continue reading
Where The Popsicles Are
Seeing She was 39 I was 49 She saw things in me I didn’t see. I saw things in her she didn’t see. What we found was magic.
The Last Christmas
Originally posted on The Chocolates of My Mind:
It is but a few days before that magical night of Christmas Eve. A time when the sounds of the city fade into the distance, and the quiet of the night is…
Posted in Bailey, Holidays, Joanie's Journey
Tagged Cats, Christmas Eve, Family, Life, Life events, Music, Musings, poetry, Starlight
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Where The Popsicles Are Redux
The Lincoln Underground and The Popsicle Story The winter issue of The Lincoln Underground,a literary magazine in Lincoln, Nebraska is out now. It features cover art I had submitted to the editors, as well as two written pieces, one a … Continue reading
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Tagged images, poetry, prose, The Lincoln Underground, Where The Popsicles Are
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Reflections on a Motel Bar
A Motel Bar It was Friday night. Cocktail hour, and they came in. Two people no one knew. Him, in jeans, light jacket, hoodie and baseball cap. Her, in jeans, light jacket and long and straight, light brown hair. They … Continue reading