Tag Archives: Barbie

Where is my Sock?


Sock, Graduation, Football

I am an old man right now.  I will be young again in a minute or two, just wait.   There are times where I can see what I am becoming, when I remember who I am.  But I lose them as quickly as the hound wolfs down his kibble when he’s been outside hunting all day.  Just, gone in a second.

Losing memories, one at a time is like a punishment except  I don’t remember to worry about it most of the time. Read the rest of this entry

Sugar Beets and Little Feet


Blood, Red, Hands

I stood in the kitchen chopping up food
to go in the pot and somehow taste good,
While I crooned to my baby and watch for my son
(who thinks stopping the toilet with Barbie is fun). Read the rest of this entry