1. Walk through the tall iron gate, to the edge of the cobblestone. Look up before you cross. Place phone in pocket. Make eye contact with the driver. Cross with dignity and grace. Like you’re Kate Middleton. Because she’s always got somewhere to be. 2. Slight left and up one, two, three concrete steps. PassContinue reading “Walking Home”
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Cluttered Up Claire
Cluttered Up Claire
Was worse for the wear
As she dragged all her likes through the air . . .
Red Moon
An ode to our sweet countryside ——————— in G progression or C, D, Em7, A Howl at the red moon As stars burn to morning blaze Count not the hours Count, no count not the days Following dancing rivers Chasing setting suns Until we reach, until we reach that ocean side Chorus: OhContinue reading “Red Moon”
