Tagged: passing time

New York City 0

Other Tuesdays

Other Tuesdays were not as bleak The trees held more leaves Nature’s warmth still held us close As the fall winds called for change Other Tuesdays were better off spent There were cobblestone streets...

short story about growing old 0

The Tree

Short Story   I can’t remember the first time I saw the sun. Memories only go back to when I was about three years old, and by then I was about four feet tall....

Horizon 0

All The While

Shafted…damn How those eyes looked Ticked off on one or two fingers the sky we stood under Rain was the edge, sunlight the folds travel again around corners bent for your majesty the crown...