“I want to tell you about this terrifying and electrifying journey I’m on, but I don’t know where to start.”

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The Typewriter

Tippity-tap

Clickety-clack

I write the words

And the type talks back

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Mr. Rain

Mr. Rain 
What is the matter?
All you do is pitter patter.
Your face, all clouds. It drips. It drops.
When will all this sadness stop?

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Catnapped

The chair captured the cat into its cushions, charming the calico coat into a 12 o’clock coma.

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The saturated colors against the blackened brick. A little nod to what’s coming…springtime. Just a few months away, but not yet.

The saturated colors against the blackened brick. A little nod to what’s coming…springtime. Just a few months away, but not yet.

Flowers in February. I can’t stop looking at them, every time I pull into the driveway.

Flowers in February. I can’t stop looking at them, every time I pull into the driveway.

A little blossom of hope & sunshine against the backdrop of an otherwise cold, dreary January. Flowers in February. Proof that winter can only last for so long.

A little blossom of hope & sunshine against the backdrop of an otherwise cold, dreary January. Flowers in February. Proof that winter can only last for so long.