a plea[se].

a: "i`m special, you know."
b: "yes, i know that."
a: "there aren`t many girls like me out there."
b: "..."
a: "okay, maybe like 99 more."
b: "mmhm."
a: "but that`s not a lot considering our current population predicament, right?"
b: "right."

hoof-picking.

some times i like to go for long gallops on my pride-full horse,
leaving my faithfull trail mare grazing out in the pasture.
[she needs some rest, any way.]
[we never went on that trip, you know.]
&i justify my rompings with reasons even i cannot combat.
well, i lie through my teeth to redeem my wretchedness.

so you depart with your hunting party,
on that expensively gratis stallion.
&while your rifle remains loaded,
poised to murder any unkind intentions,
mine has been leaked of all ammunition,
in a matter of months!

bryce graham

it`s been a quiet day here: too warm to fill my lungs with too many promises for the first day of summer.
you`ll understand eventually, i suppose.

but to night, i can hope for this:
warm food,
yard work,
lemon sorbet,
&faithfullness.

Wish you were here.

90068

&maybe he knows some things we don`t.
like the best ways to celebrate father`s day:
all curled up on poppa daddy`s lap,
with the tiniest fingers wrapper around mama`s grace-filled hands.

wilder street

i can`t tell you why
i chose that sticky, sweet cake
only Opi knows.

administration

don`t tell your wife that
you never wear your wedding
to work on week days.

93030

thirty miles or so
flying with an empty tank
is worth it to me.

heavenly Father,

we bowed our heads in prayer for those younger than we.
i say we, but what i really mean is they.
for up on the stage, my eyes [&attention] were drawn towards a child, backwards facing, peering into the belly of the open piano.
another one approaches, wearing a dress, the colour of red wine.
she, too, is intrigued by the guts of the Baldwin.
&while the curious skins are exploring, I cannot help keeping myself from smiling.
won`t this be what all the angels are conversing about?
"we love You. amen."