Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?

Confess. Cleanse my soul. Bare it for all. Why? Who will love me if they know? Gabriel! Forgive me. I dubbed it Five Hundred Pages of Bitching and Moaning - for decades. Now, readers, mark my age, and help me to see better. Farewell to Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The Yeah Write Gargleblaster honours him this … Continue reading Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?


Do you see her much?

Every day. Not for real. That is too difficult. She waits now. Maybe she sees him in the birds he loved, or hears the wind. Her ears buzz when she asks him, "are you there?" I can not know, can not ask. ==================== This is Microfiction - 42 words to answer this week's YeahWrite Gargleblaster … Continue reading Do you see her much?

The Stuff in Between

I will tell you my stories. Life leaves a mark. We do silly things, and silly things are done to us. We suffer. We might vent for a while, but we eventually gather our pain back into ourselves and move on. But if we pause and review dark stories, we can see them in the … Continue reading The Stuff in Between