Hills will tell you that you hate running, but hills lie.

Maybe it was the work. To get milk down the street. Maybe it was the exposure. They swore it was safe. On Navy ships, valiant,. Maybe it was the agent orange. Uncle Sam admits now, oops. Maybe it was the 40 years of nicotine. The 20 years of whiskey. To function, to forget. Both fought, both defeated.

The ever evolving words about me. 8230; and we became a family. May 24, 2015 by Becky.

169; Cat Hill 2012. Open link night hosted by Grace. Thursday, 14 March 2013. 169; Cat Hill 2012. Form for all prompt to write a cinquain. This gave me an opportunity to write about one of my favourite musicians, Amanda Palmer. Tuesday, 19 February 2013. The noise so sudden and shocking.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Bright lights, eternal inspirations. Posted by Eva Von Pelt. So honored to be included with this wonderful collection of poets. Thank you, Yelena! Posted by Eva Von Pelt. The star of my night. Of coffee, and dust, and rust, and dirt;.

Thanks for your loyal readership,. After six years of dating. But we went on with it. Want to lose face or. 141 days of my life.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016. 0 words I am thankful for. In some cases I write an original poem for the event. This poem was written for a fashion design competition that was called Afrosentric. A sea of sand,. As the sun is bright.