The beginning to a happy ending
Honey, habanero and cinnamon glazed ham
For two and a half days I have managed to stay busy
Busy hands along with busy mind making distractions all the plenty
Now with family before Me , I can’t help but think
Damn…. I hate thinking
I remember a day when a young girl asked me if I loved her
It was long ago and even then I did not answer as most would
I simply handed her a flower and instructed her to ask the petals
The cempasúchitl was the flower of four hundred petals and I thought myself bright
But as she kept going I couldn’t remember which she started with and which she would end
I could not dare wait for a “he loves me not” so I stole the stem after the hundred and fifty times she said “he loves me”
In one week…. Thursday April 24th 2014 at noon.
TWC meet and greet at Connie’s pizza
Come out and meet Wolfie , Lauren and visiting all the way from Australia is Nathen. There are still a few other writers trying to work it into their schedule.
send message to Wolfie either here on Tumblr or to firstname.lastname@example.org if you plan to attend
bianchiblue will be coming to the meet … Will you?
However … Each and everyone that I have asked for has come to be
I could not ask for a better circle of family and friends
I’m not always right
seriously …. Stop laughing
I dress to the left