All that could have been

Really feeling the span of decades. The clicking of time. The frittering away of time. The waste of time. Years looking forward to possibilities for the weekend, sitting on porches and watching, hoping, dreaming. And soon the discomfort of ages, the pivot to spot-check behind me as earth passes by, feeling its draft, the breeze …

Spinning This Blocks Editors In the WordPresses

Maybe baby I like the old interface, but maybe baby I like the new. Once I get a feel for the deal, I might like the new real. Can ya kneel? Zeal! Once upon a midnight dreary My glass of vodka was watered and weary First in the list Second with the fist Third has …