Tag: prose

• Unwanted Room Mate

  It’s a well recorded, and commonly recited sentiment – but you truly never know what sort of day a stranger on the street is having…of course our imagination fills in the huge gaping blanks, but that doesn’t mean we should trust these assessments – more often than not they are way off… Like you may…

  September 6, 2015

  Comedy Capers

• The Meaning of Life (Poem)

  We walk on that yellow brick road… Hoping for something greater to show us our soul. We try, and dig deep – but in thoughts we are lost… the who, what, when…it’s true; ignorance is our cross. There is no manual, no how to guide – Just life’s rich tapestry…the roller-coaster ride.  “NO! I AM THE WIZARD, THE WIZARD…

  December 1, 2014

  Musings