Oh where have you gone to, loose jeans of mine? I had dress to go out and you I did find. When I put you on, something wasn’t quite right. My loose jeans are now my jeans that are too tight. Oh those extra pounds came when I wasn’t around.…
He called me this morning, asking if I wanted to take back my vote yet, we laughed; I called him a son of a gun. We chatted like we do, most everyday. Topics range from music to politics. We never tell the other what to think or do, how to…
There once was a time, oh so long ago, That music was hard to take on the go. First a stereo that sat in the living room, Then a box that played music, it was called Boom. It was big; it was bulky to carry around, With a radio, and…
There’s a tugging at my mind, it’s not very fun, Is it something that needs doing or something undone? Is it something old or something new? Oh, how I wish it was something I knew. I’ve paid all my bills, cleaned up my room, Took my medications, all before noon,…
The trip was long, many a stumble made, As memories of home, started to fade. Entry to the kingdom came at a price, Some of the trade-offs were not so nice. Who has dared to knock on the door? A pauper, a peasant who wanted more. Daring to dream, daring…
Basura Cat was up late reading the news, Something that usually gives her the blues. She jumped on my head just before 1am, And I thought to myself, here we go again! “He has it,” she cried, “And so does his wife!” I couldn’t figure out what she meant for…
“Whatsup? Basura Cat said to me, “Not much,” I replied, “What’s up with thee?” “Not a thing,” she casually replied, As we both watched the moon cross over the sky. “It’s quiet,” she said, as I patted her head, "Most of our friends are asleep in their beds." "But you…
Twice a year, the city of San Antonio comes out and picks up bulky items that people don't want. People put all kinds of stuff out in front of their homes. Furniture, mattresses, appliances, fencing, tires, broken TV's, baby stuff, it's a cornucopia of mismatched items. There's also a competition,…
I started writing this 3 years ago, inspired after watching the leaves dance in the breeze. Wondering if they too, have trouble letting go of the familiar and venturing into the unknown. The main reason that I waited so long to finish this, was I thought I needed an illustrator,…
While talking to an old friend, as walking past the mail, I found that I had received a sticker supporting the Democratic nominates. Without thinking, I mentioned it to my friend, here’s what happened. Me: “Oh, I got a free sticker from the Democratic Party.” Friend: (silence) Me: (waiting) Friend:…