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Time Moves On

Like the butterflyOr the falling leaves of fallThe passage of timeI knew that it was time to say goodbye. Not that I wanted to go. Or honestly needed to, though if you talked to my dad he would have said I needed to go 5 minutes out of the womb. Haha. He likes to jokeContinue reading “Time Moves On”

Figures At The Seaside

“Let’s go to the seaside,” she says. Our little spot. Away from the crowds, the vacationers, those on holiday and the lifeguards at work. Let’s go to the seaside means she can go without clothes, inhibitions. Display the beauty of Aphrodite; without the yapping of the hounds from Hades.For meIt means I must go, forContinue reading “Figures At The Seaside”

Trumped Up Views 4/5/25

I’ve decided to write a few micro stories about the US. Specifically about the President and politics. But not specifically about politics and the President. It’s more of a fictionalized version and people’s observation of it. But it kind of relates back to the present world and what’s going on. I just finished a microContinue reading “Trumped Up Views 4/5/25”

Country Lilac

“The lilacs near the cottage are especially lovely during the early summer. Mother and I …” He droned on but I really wasn’t paying much attention. I hardly ever did. And certainly didn’t need to. A well timed “uh huh” and “oh really” was more than enough to keep my end of the conversation going.Continue reading “Country Lilac”