Doing the best I can with what I have
Troublemaker! she cried.
Now, look what you’ve done.
Who? Me?
Made me think I could dance.
Oooh, you can so dance, like a female Baryshnikov!
Told me I was hot.
Smoking, babe!
Insinuated I could carry on witty conversations with the opposite sex.
I could listen to your stories all night long, gorgeous girl.
Well, cease your troublemaking ways. I’m through with you and all you’ve wrought.
C’mon, sugar, have just one more sip.
Well, if you insist. I’m not driving, after all.
Navigating the second half of my life
What I've always wanted
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
Political
Mixed Media and Paper Craftist
form & function by daniel paul marshall
-- History | Geography | Development | Individuality --
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
because the story must be told
Writer. I drink the coffee then I make the stuff up.
Book Reviews| Tiny tales
ziegler.bill@gmail.com
The Wanderings and wonderings of a sentient cloud.
Life can be complicated. Pleasures are simple. Photography by Kelly Hay.
Tennis observations from a feline's perspective
Thoughts from Sophie's Rocker
Some old friends really should not be listened to, particularly if they come in bottles.
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