A.G.E's Joint

It's been an interesting year.  Left my job Finally found out about my brother. Dealt with various health issues. And now with a glass of wine. Some cheese And a couple of good books. I ready for the next year.  

It was a beautiful spot, way up the hillside with a view of the valley and river.   It was now in the hazy shade of winter.   My skin stung with blowing snow.   There was not going to be any digging until the storm subsided.  Nobody outside the family knew she was dead.   To everyone else, she had just taken off.   Back home to Omaha or wherever.   She didn’t have any other family we knew of, so there was no way to for anyone to disprove the claim.      But he knew.     It was his form of divorce.   Always in control, he had been the one who buried her up here.   What was he thinking, giving me this trinket?   It was Mom’s.   The information he would never tell the police, he left to me as he gasped his last in the infirmary.   I looked down at his shell and knew the worst was over.   I signed the cremation papers and said the ashes could be flushed in the sewer.   The German Storm T...

Center of the house Center of the world

Sitting Three months after the fall. Wondering if my Departure meant anything at all. Tapestry unravelling Around my feet Where I sit Expectations to beat. Plans that I made Have ground to a halt. And the novel Sits quietly in the vault. A harvest of thanks Is what I should feel. But it feels more Like a spur in my heel. Yet the thanks do flow Out from my mouth For it could be Worse here in the South No more gobbbledygook I have to fear Or politicians I have to hear.  

Steam rose from the pavement from the afternoon shower. Standing in front of the building was the Man Who Sold the World , or least the idea of instant greetings, t he apartment was finally done. Penthouse magnificence unlike anything Atlanta had ever seen and he had the top three floors of the building. He had used the same guy that did Elton John’s place and paid him extra to make sure that his was better. It was higher.     Elton’s was only 40 floors up and his was 50.The reverse taper of the building made the “public” first floor was smaller than his private quarter’s two floors up, which he thought was a nice touch.    A sudden smell ruined the moment. The source was playing a harmonica just to the left of the entrance. The guy motioned to Jerry to throw something in the hat. Why couldn’t he find a real job and quit bothering productive people like him?    All this came because he had an idea and executed it. Pulling cash out of ...

Hopeless romantic Says this is the one. Wrapped around her heart Just like the last one. The one who Took her daughter's virtue. Do they come With an owner’s manual ? No matter. This is truly the one. Just like the calm, Cool face of the river Asked her for a kiss .*