wordage

these are some things i have written:

Sentence:

One year, it rained for three days straight, and there were no picnics at greenart park, and even the bushes cried.

Poem:

There’s one thing I like more than fries,

A tale, with three men who are wise,

And shepherds galore,

And Mary, and more...

Santa! Jesus! my two favorite guys.

Just dragged out a New old Little Story:

Cold Night On the Train (written 8.10.23)

I was crumpled on the couch on the eve of my twenty third birthday, too wound up to sleep but not accomplishing anything worthy of the effort to stay awake, when my mind wondered back to a scene I could scarcely make out. I didn’t give the thought a chance to form because I was little then, a chubby red-head, and the thought of me little makes me cry. I snapped myself back to the present. The golden velvet couch was there, I was there, and the foot steps upstairs let me know that somewhere someone else was too. I didn’t bother to fight off the compulsion to put on shorts, even though the night was cold. Too many days of cold weather strung together had caused me to grow weary of wearing clothes all the time. The heating bill could remind me later why my aversion to pants is best confined to summer months.

words

things i can write for you: