Do not read into signs. Who knows, it’s too early probably. Ease into things, without that spiteful sheen that he can read, already, at a distance. I hate family, doesn’t he know? His, mine, whoevers. I have days, moments of easy comfort, but they belong to my specialty mostly: first impressions. I know what to […]

Posted at 9:57 am on November 15, 2009 | 3 comments | Filed Under: Sundayscribblings | Continue reading


I came upon it, powedered, immediately added it to the concotion, to the sunday evening storming and its coldness.  Spring my ass, the good nature of the warm days, so misleading, gone completely. It is cold, put back your long socks, your undershirt, cleaveage under your own risk. Of course there are those who don’t […]

Posted at 10:47 pm on September 27, 2009 | 1 comment | Filed Under: Sundayscribblings | Continue reading


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