Post Peanut Butter Toast
Breakfast in the mountains. The birds are closing in as the insects stir and the bees are soon back to work in the blooms of the crepe myrtle.
Quick reads, scenes, scenarios, riffs off the cuff, or perhaps even a rant if you’re lucky.
Breakfast in the mountains. The birds are closing in as the insects stir and the bees are soon back to work in the blooms of the crepe myrtle.
Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Roadtrip anyone?
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
What do you do with a cat who dances with you and his favorite song is Jelly 292?
Happy Birthday, Musie!
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Long Live The Queen!
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.