Love was lost and love was found. And when the dust had cleared and we saw through the mist we learned that lost love is isn’t always lost, nor is it always found. We turned on the music and listened to the words and wondered if what we heard spoke of a past, present or… Continue reading We’re Always Rewriting The Story Of Our Lives
Category: Fiction
Speak Your Truth Or Mine
Neruda tells me Scotch is an artists best friend and I ask him if I really need that or if I can’t come up with a different way. “You can speak your truth or your can speak mine.” I ask him what the hell that means and the scene changes, I am in a car… Continue reading Speak Your Truth Or Mine
Do You Want To Ask/Answer The Question?
Sometimes songs take me backwards or forwards and fill my head with thoughts and ideas about the places and people I have seen or yet to see. After years of living on my own it is easy for me to forget to answer with more than a few words, a gesture and a grunt. Not… Continue reading Do You Want To Ask/Answer The Question?
Twenty Years In Texas Wouldn’t Help
Twenty years or more in Texas wouldn’t make me feel any better about a particular situation that cropped up the other day but it is fair to say three years hasn’t made me any less angry or optimistic than twenty years would. At least that is what I say to myself, in the quiet of… Continue reading Twenty Years In Texas Wouldn’t Help