My Novel in One-syllable
Sam work. Bad thing. Guest there not see. Fear fast clean. Talk leave. Stew. Play. Drink. Fun. Then sick. Dread. Friend knows. Wife no. Sick bad. Doc tests. Not good. Death near. Bye… Continue reading
Sam work. Bad thing. Guest there not see. Fear fast clean. Talk leave. Stew. Play. Drink. Fun. Then sick. Dread. Friend knows. Wife no. Sick bad. Doc tests. Not good. Death near. Bye… Continue reading
I do not like it when a tree becomes as naked as can be and shakes me up, it brings such woe to see those branches empty blow when arms become mere twigs… Continue reading
Leaf breezy thee I’m overwhelmed you see Your colours rain on me I cannot let things be Red there said With Vibrancy overhead Such glory, soul is fed I take it all to… Continue reading
The editing now has begun A mixture of pain and some fun At times I can’t think I long for a drink But feel its much better to run. The running does not… Continue reading
It streams from a place of longing and pain that continues to flow as the clips and sound bites cloud chaotic space with noise memorial mentions of heartfelt grief intertwined with mementos… Continue reading
I thought the mark, would bring the spark, lark of an idea It went off well, so swell, I could tell there’d be more If only the drive, could thrive beyond mere surviving… Continue reading
At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading
The OLD CAR was loved where it sat, Fond memories fuller than flat, Awaited its fate, It wouldn’t be late, The Farewell was harder than that. Then in came the Fresh one, so… Continue reading
The darkness it was silent No brightness filled the room Until a Tiny Glimmer Raised up its face from gloom. It sparked and then it fired up A flash of light it made… Continue reading