Cancer: you don’t know shit from Shinola

Brunch. Sex. A drive. Shop for antiques. Take in a movie. Chilly out? I got sweaters and coats! Sex. Nap. Dinner. Goodnight. That was then. Get going about 11. Take pills. Put on clothes. Determine whether or not my energy level allows for an outing. Decide to stay home. Make brunch for husband. Sit down.… Read More Cancer: you don’t know shit from Shinola

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Lightning struck the tree in the neighbors yard, Last year in the midsummer’s knife we dreamed of storms  Laughing now, loving how Ions sweeten the air.   As slowly you bend to greet the wind, a genuflection of retort, Dull August sunshine laughing back – the cumulonimbus roll by. The wind picks up sticks, twigs,… Read More Open