Category Archives: eighties

Half Asleep

I don’t know why I’m writing. There’s no way I’m going to make sense. I want to go back to sleep but I promised myself I’d get an early start So, here I am… Styrofoam cup of luke warm, lightweight … Continue reading

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Tow Me Away

I see “Private Property” posted on a tree and I want to sing, “Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.” And, sometimes, I do. But today, I parked in front of the leafy sentry and fell asleep. I was tired. I woke … Continue reading

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Sunday, August 1st, 2021

I am posting every day in August. That’s my vow. Every day on Word Press. A post, a poem, a song or a story. Even if it’s about nothing at all. I’ve been such a slacker. Caught up in…I don’t … Continue reading

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Pulled Pork

I work for a pig. No, I’m not a snitch and I’m not talkin’ bout police. I’m talkin’ bout a short, fireplug of a man who may or may not have been connected to the “New Orleans mob.” I play … Continue reading

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