Project X

I searched with my good eye and turned to the side, “This train isn’t leaving – your grandmother lied.” It’s pure like an iceburg (but…

60 Days

60 Daysa poem by AS In 60 days the sun will shine, the bitter cold here, left behindI rearrange my daily parts – a chapter…

Boo Hoo.

So no one uses this weblog anymore. Except me. And Heidi – a little bit. The novelty wore off, I guess. But it’s okay. I’m…