Antique Love

Hers is a vintage heart that holds a timeless affectionShe’s a tattered letter that speaks a forgotten language of bittersweet memoriesA black-and-white tale full of depth and contrast with bursts of unpredictable passionShe’s an angel with a whiskey burn and unforgettable kissArmor for love is a barbed-wire fence; clear view with rustic protection.

Three Hundred & Sixty Five Days – an open letter

Mema, When you were here, I took for granted every opportunity that I had to see you. I drove on HWY 64 East every evening at approximately 5:15 pm. I’d think to myself “I have to get home, I have to let the dogs out, I have to ‘do this’ and ‘do that'”. I apologizeContinueContinue reading “Three Hundred & Sixty Five Days – an open letter”