The royal gardens stretch on forever. My wife says we can walk the grounds if I want, but I can tell her feet are sore. We stay near the...

They found truth flattened  under a large rock.  Armies of civil engineers  and all their equipment  strength and resolve to mo...

  I wish I hadn’t drank the bloody house dry! I say. I want to write today, but can’t without the juice. My friend John understan...

I am not  a simple man Not even close Ronnie. But I wish  I had your gumption. Your balls to see and tell the truth to all those ...

At the end you draw a line in the dirt. Was the life you lived and witnessed only a script  of your own making Or a series of mi...

I listen to the ballad  of the wind. The wind clings  to everything, from a toy car to an open book. Crops grow and l...

Bare trees jutting from snowy mounds Cerulean sky, bright with the sun Sponge painted with dusty clouds Reprie...