On days trapped in a teardrop,I snap my fingers to backwoods doo-whop,but on days when I lack employmentI sit near the back windowand watch the plants..
Green grapes were never my choice.She would drink the pale stuff and laugh,"California, California, I sure do miss California."I would swallow my burg..
Mother had made a breakfast meal this evening. Eggs scrambled sprinkled with small pieces of pepper: black. The pancakes were round, well, as close as..