December 2009
2 posts
spoken word piece.
Breathe slow… …slow and steady Find a pace… …time is plenty
A legacy of first place and now I’m up to run the paper chase Expected to gun it full throttle through the paths my brothers paved To say this race is an option is to say a pit bull looks like a dachshund No way. It must be won. Hell, it’s already been done by two sons
A broken record repeats what’s expected. Constantly, as if I don’t...
a story worth reading.
Its What You Scatter
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes… I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help...