Don't Call Me Your Best Friend

          Don’t call me your best friend. I don’t trust that term. What does it even mean?

Falsehood (a poem)

Here's a work in progress!

Potential Insignificant Others and Possible Consequences

          Uh, so in today's post: my love life, intuitive connection and some self-improvement chatter.
Note: The Tarot results surprised me!

Strange Hair (About This Dream I Had)

My dream on September 30th, 2018 was weird and amusing to write down a few minutes later, because it had me watching as my ex, Tom, rode by in the street on a unicycle! And his hair...
Oh, that hair.

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