Brewing

Brewing ink to share though some may not care. ’tis almost the season to be tricky for a reason. Perhaps a few words shall appear but have no fear I’m not the Grim Reaper this year.

Hope in the distance

Squandered moments circle my mind as hope in the distance reminds my heart of better times long before words of rhyme dried on anything scribbled on. A flame ignited years ago has served my inner being like snow caps mountains lessons on paths of life each moment gave new meaning to survive strife. Temporarily hope disappeared from time to time…

Around 9

She’ll check her look in the mirror around 9 decide she’s ready for a night to not remember come daylight. Battered by a love or two she can’t refuse to sink her teeth into an apple again. In a short conversation she’ll confess around 9:29 her life is a mess but the search continues anyway for a lasting fling minus…