Monthly Archives: December 2018

Muscle Spasms or Spooks?

When my grandfather died my mother said he had come into her bedroom and touched her on the shoulder.  I’ve been having the same experience with Lucky, my old blind and deaf cat who continued to live with me until … Continue reading

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Excerpt From James Edgar Skye

It started with a journal. You wrote for hours all of your hopes for the future. I remember the after feeling. The weight began to lift. After four years of drifting through life seeing it, all pass you by there … Continue reading

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I Feel Guilty When…

I feel guilty when I write about Trump, because I’m contributing nothing but despair.  And I feel guilty when I don’t write about him, because how life-threatening he is to America. So today I’ll just submit a little poemette, entitled … Continue reading

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