There’s somethin’ ’bout you that I can’t place my finger on…and it’s botherin’ me real bad…like I should know you…but I don’t…seems like we go back a ways…maybe back to when we were kids in Arkansas…or was it Tennessee…back when the grass was all wet with dew and the November air was chilly…back to when […]
This too shall pass…,he said to her as they sat quietly at the bar…jukebox played an old song by Buck Owens…then, Pancho And Lefty, sung by Willie Nelson…he hummed along…didn’t know all the words…just the tune… She put out her cigarette and turned to him…the old man she called him…turned to him and said…,you think […]
He’d sit for hours listening to old jazz albums as the skies outside let down rain…soaking the rust colored trees…mums on the back porch in colors of gold…rust…purple…and yellow stood straight up in their pots taking in the cool water from God’s eyes… Were they tears of joy or pain that flowed from Jehovah…tormented by […]
look at you… yeah… are you happy… is anybody…,she smiled…tossed her hair back over her shoulder…,some I think…some are happy… you…,he took a swig of coffee and a bite of cherry pie…red filling got in his gray beard…she took a napkin and gently wiped it off… yeah…I have my bad days like everybody…but in general […]
I look out my windows at trees turning green to rust…yellows…gold…another year over…soon the calender will change…as have I… A tooth pulled…body aches…gray streaks in black hair…colds are caught easily…pissing my life away…the beginning of the end…the final stretch… And winter will come…none of us can avoid it’s grip…blackened skies…overcast days…the mystery that it is…mystery… […]
She didn’t know what hit her…a note left years ago sayin’…,stepped out for smokes…,he never returned… Some say he left her ’cause she was cheatin’ on him with a preacher…a wild charismatic man with stories to tell and a golden tan…other women had been with him too…’least that’s what they say…all of em married…lookin’ for […]
what did you call her…some kind of name…some kind of derogatory term…you were insulting her…making fun…I remember…said it when she wasn’t ’round…couldn’t defend herself…said she was a whore…an old whore who gave up years ago…that’s what you said…that’s exactly what you said… and I remember I used to follow her ’round town on Friday night’s […]
