Just Write About What Bites

Your Boyfriend Had A Dream About Potatoes And You're Asking Me To Interpret It? I'm Just Old. Being Old Doesn't Mean You Know More; It Means You Ate Enough Fiber.

There Are People We Meet In Life Who Miss Being Important To Us By Inches, Days, Or Heartbeats. Another Place Or Time Or A Different Emotional Frame Of Mind And We Would Willingly Fall Into Their Arms; Gladly Take Up Their Challenge Or Invitation. But As It Is, We Encounter Them When We Are Discontent Or Content And They Are Not. Whatever They Are, We Are Not And Vice Versa. Two Trains Going In Different Directions That Pass For A Few Powerful Moments At Full Speed, Blasting Noise And Wind But Then They Are Gone. Whatever Serious Chemistry Might Have Been Possible If, Isn’t.

When I Was In College, I Was The Editor Of The Literary Magazine And Insisted Neither The Editors Nor The Writers Be Specifically Identified-only Our Student Numbers Appeared On The Title Page. I Love That Idea And Still Do.

I Feel Like A Cliche.

Death Doesn't Make You Sad- It Makes You Empty. That's What's So Bad About It. All Of Your Charms And Beliefs And Funny Habits Fall Fast Through A Big Black Hole, And Suddenly You Know They're Gone Because Just As Suddenly, There's Nothing Left At All Inside.