Extempore

A poem.

There are occasions when I am so sleepy, I should not be speaking to anyone. Y' know what I mean? I could try to comment or to make a joke and have it come out completely wrong. Maybe I'm short-tempered and bored.
Sometimes that leads to missteps.

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Necklace (a Very Short Story)

“What did James give you for Christmas?” His mother asked.

“A necklace.” James told her.

His father smiled conspiratorially at Marie and raised an eyebrow. “Not a ring?”

Shadows (a Very Short Story)

     I could smell gasoline and feel a lot of post-rainstorm humidity. I was pretty sure that warm feeling in my shoe was my toe bleeding. Yuengling Black and Tan was gently, expertly easing down my throat 

About This Dream I Had (Co-Starring a Member of Green Day)

Yeah, you read that correctly. Green Day. That surprised me.
I mean...

Yummm.

I've been a fan of their music for a long time.

Anyway, as I crept toward waking on the morning of Tuesday, February 26th...

About This Dream I Had (Bridges, Balconies, DaVinci)

Themes of this dream from February 3rd include bridges (and believe me, they're very, very basic, not beautiful; they're lacking architecture, finesse) and balconies.

Anna Howard Shaw Day: A Quick Thought About My Love Life

          First off, I apologize to the blog itself for that long hiatus!!!!! There's no excuse for it. 
I missed you. *pets blog*

           Since it's St Valentine's Day, I got reflective about certain ways I've spent the holiday in the past, having a boyfriend who wanted to celebrate it, and...well, so much has happened since then, and I'm looking forward to a better future relationship.

           If you'd like to see a photo of a handmade valentine I once got from the aforementioned then-boyfriend, read on!

1963 - A Writing Exercise

Written just a few minutes ago, only edited by myself.
Inspired by the Birmingham children's march.