Tag Archive: Childhood

Gone Girl, Gone

Sometimes, I see her… I catch a glimpse of her in a devilish grin Or an eyes wide open surprise I feel her beneath the surface Treading water, one frantic stroke after another… Continue reading

All Play, No Work

Growing up, Summer meant everything wonderful and magical.  No teachers with god-awful red pens.  No sticking to a structured 9pm bedtime or else.  No more being holed up in your room because the… Continue reading

Into the Mystic

I sat on my back porch swing, the wind barely a whisper, as I take a trip into The Mystic with Mr.Van Morrison. We were born before the wind Also Younger than the… Continue reading