The morning dew lay on the grass, sparkling like diamonds in the sunshine. The soft breeze blew gently through the trees, whispering ‘It’s morning’.
Four empty rooms,
Spend your time, not your money.
Gather what you find according to the season
and I will treasure what you bring me, always.
I drove straight into the moon one night,
The largest moon there ever was!
across from the river
in front of the highway
sits a shabby old house
with a hellhole of a driveway
The results weren’t 100% but they came up from only a few couples when there was no prayer going on for them to over 60% with the intercession of the prayer groups!
as if, by magick, poison’s charmed away
to some dark place.
as if, through our great power
Life or Death
and thoughts within
Emotions of our souls
Do I? Do You?
who is the first to move?
He will fight and trudge on for his peoples’ defense,
in his battle for just there will be no relent.
Heat, hot, heat with humidity is unknown to anyone who has not lived in the southeast. The days and the nights were filled with such as we never knew the glorious word of conditioned air. We just …
I remember the scent of orange trees and other citrus trees in blossom…
“Here we go again”, I thought out loud, "that’s on page 3 of the SPOUSE ABUSERS’ MANUAL, right after ‘Get rid of your victim’s friends and family’
Well, it’s arrived..# 300! And I’m glad that it was one of Lake Maligne, that most beautiful of places that I never thought I’d ever see! Thanks to all the hosts who have made it po…
no matter the race
let all have their taste
Live on Old South, live on.
So, I just shrugged, you know? What can you do? Both of them know me well enough to laugh at me, and not hurt my feelings…
It is where I will stay, my roots buried deep in the limerock and soil.
Dimension: 11”X14” stretch bar canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Oils
New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
For a hundred years the grand old…
My first gallery exhibit!