Hank came swimming back to conciousness surrounded by images of going to the store to buy ketchup. He opened his eyes, then squinted them shut and groaned, "What a silly dream! I don't even need any ketchup!" He hooked his right heel on the side of the bed and pulled himself to a sitting position. He scooted to the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the floor. After a moment, he stood up, swaying only slightly. "Thank You, Jesus!" he sighed. He hadn't fallen down, and every day he could...

I divulged my secret passion for her, and found LoL in my inbox. she may as well have laughed in my face, and I guess she did; that's what LoL means, Laugh out Loud. all these people running around Facebook and Myspace, flirting and poking each other like a kennel of dogs in heat; all in good fun-- that's the theory. Playgirls all over the world-- Denmark, Sweden,Africa, Spain-- are freaking with me and sending me kisses, it's flattering, and I shouldn't complain; at least they're interested...

so? seriously, poetry doesn't need to rhyme all the time, not necessarily. most of my rhymes are accidental, or coincidental. see?

the dog next door is howling mournfully tonight. it sounds like she is calling someone named Harold. a dog in the distance is also howling. he wants to know who Harold is? the dog next door isn't saying, but then it was none of our business in the first place.

Kid Stuff why do adults say things to kids. like, "get your fingers "out of your nose, "before you poke your brains out"? and to think, I used to believe them.

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the morning sun rises out of the mist, as secret birds begin to sing; I walk along in communion with You, and see Your hand in everything. the morning air smells of lilacs in bloom, their blossoms gleaming wet with dew; You fill my heart with mysterious peace, whenever I'm alone with You. whatever else I do, wherever I may roam; when day is through, sweet Jesus, I want to go home with You. sky red as blood at the foot of the cross, the wonder at the edge of night; You've loved me with an eve...

Things For Which I Am Thankful creativity. this new day, breath in my lungs, my right mind, eyes and ears, clarity. feet and hands, freedom, mobility. ability. work, food, and shelter, family, home, stability. the kindness of strangers, generosity. civility, friendship, love, no hostility. a sense of humor, hilarity. endurability.

In the early '80s I found myself living in Menominee, Michigan. Menominee is a Native American name-- Objibwe, I think--which means rice. There was a lot of wild rice growing along the shores of Lake Superior in those parts. I never ate any, but I hear it's pretty good. I'm not a big eater of rice, unless it's chicken and yellow rice-- a recipe I picked up while living in the Florida Keys, flavored with saffron. I believe it's a Cuban specialty and where I was living at the time was about ni...

(hook)the silence of night is the sound of morning; 1. shadows and memories are stealing all my dreams. bittersweet thoughts of her in the pale moonlight clutter my heart with impossible schemes. (hook) 2. loneliness is searching for a reason and a rhyme; prisms of light refracting in a fallen tear, broken hearts heal with the passing of time. (hook) sorrow and hopelessness will slowly fade away; tomorrow the sun will rise and birds will sing again. darkness will flee in the first light of d...