170/2023
The truth is that I have no Paternal or parental bone in My body. My parenting skills Are imperfect, inadequate, and Made up on the fly. I don’t need An… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Aggie’s Art Of Happiness
125/2023
We must have passed eachother In the middle, at some point in The century of our friendship, me And him, he from the left to the Right of centre, me… Continue Reading
124/2023
when it comes it takes him by surprise the smooth ride it was supposed to be in the golden carriage unopposed by the little people whose taxes he considers his… Continue Reading
122/2023
At the beginning, it fizzed in the corner Of the room for an hour a day at most, Seldom used, never listened to, a slave To necessity, a pain, a… Continue Reading
120/2023
After the storm, He was surrounded By empty space And silence. There had never Been a roof over His hide except For a canopy Of trees. That was gone now,… Continue Reading
116/2023
bind it tight that loose bag of flesh and bones before it escapes from the bed you made for it and it runs from your over-affectionate lust such a rigid… Continue Reading
115/2023
Through the past Along forgotten memory lanes The constant thread of history Throbs under the mess of millennia. Seldom visible, Unless we make the effort to Comb through the back… Continue Reading
114/2023
This is old forest land. There is no forest here any longer. On the scars that are roads All things blur at speed. In the houses that were hollows On… Continue Reading
113/2023
Those who don’t believe In legends or myths Or holy books claim To be realists. You will find they believe in nothing. In the sanctuary Of every story The truth… Continue Reading
Day 365
I knew I’d end up writing another fragmentary as the last daily post of 2022, but I didn’t think I’d be telling you that, after two days of awful toothache,… Continue Reading