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Angela Her name was Angela, so named for her grandmother whom she never met. I remember her long black hair, how soft it was and how it shone like silver in the sunlight. Her name was Angela ...


i wrote this 26 years ago...  I went to my home town today, and took a drive. The place hadn’t changed much. the stores where I learned how to be a clever thief are still there, and the house...


holidays mean nothing... they represent a high wire act.... they bounce and wiggle as i struggle... to the left i fall and land wrist first on a pile of razor blades... to the right i fall d...


night time is easy... day time is hard... daylight hides nothing... no secrets... all lies... night time holds me... cradles me in its chilled embrace.... the rain gives me permission... ...


if i were free... there is a cabin in the Tennessee mountains that looks over a lake of crystal blue... orange and amber skies try to hide behind cotton candy pink and purple clouds... the t...


I wanna love... I wanna live... I still have so much left to give... Now I'm alone in a world of gloom... Abandoned here in my little room... So much water underneath that bridge... Water...


i want so many things... age... disability... crippling mental states... for me it is too late...


The Wonderful Love of Manny Feek and Mercy Bow Coo It was the love story of all love stories. The tale of Manny and Marcy spanned all time in the Valley and was the standard that all love woul...


Wes Hammelton In the year of '39 on a frosty Latter Year morning a young woman on a scrap of sail, drifted in on the morning tide, the only soul to return from the loss of the Annie Day. The o...


6 days ago

'39 in back on my feet again

The loss of the Annie Day The Sea of Despair can be a cruel. There are times of the year when no man would set out upon her. Mariners would tell stories of how the angry sea would rise out of ...


Her hair was not long or short, but just right and full of rich brown curls. She was not uncommonly beautiful, nor was she comely, but just plain enough to be pretty in her own way. She was not...


There was a little girl, who lived in the passes of the Valley who loved to whistle, and you could hear her whistling all day long. In her youth, the Village had just been settled and the people...


humans are multiple organisms... we have a unique ability to be whomever we want to be... for a desired audience... i myself used to have several faces i used to keep in a jar by the door... ...


now that it can be seen... my real work is in my other book... The Man from Mayberry Hill... its an actual book, not this rambling self pity stuff...


death... its a participation award, that's been tuned into THE lifetime achievement award... i passed a funeral procession today because i didn't have the gas to set and watch a group of lov...


man is born to labor... from the cradle to the grave... and punished for his efforts... in order to behave... the world spins ever forward... ignorant to the machines new slaves... in a st...


In the deap of night... When we are so frightfully alone... Have you ever wondered how many souls weap alone... We are never as alone as we think we are... We are never as close to the veil ...


April 24, 2026

talk to me in back on my feet again

there does come a time... thoughts of sex are all you have... i never believed it to be true... not until the last days of you... April moves like a lazy river... cold and grey and uncarin...


April 19, 2026

talk to me in back on my feet again

there does come a time... thoughts of sex are all you have... i never believed it to be true... not until the last days of you... April moves like a lazy river... cold and grey and uncaring...


theres more parts falling off faster than duct tape can put them together... if i do not post here within 3 weeks... there is no me to post... dont be sad... be relieved... i finally got t...


now i lay me down to sleep... i pray the lord my soul to keep... if i should die before i wake... clear my browser history...🤣


i was asked today: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" my response was not expected. "I dont know why. Nor do i care. i was born in  culture that if it was none of my business, i should ke...


not that long ago... i would strut myself upon the stage... in thunderous fury... in joy... in rage... in every color of the human condition... now i set and thumb through my catalog of me...


three little old ladies were setting on a bench minding their own business when a flasher came up to them and did his thing... the first little old lady had a stroke... the second little old l...


nothing reminds you of how useless you are... than a holiday...


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