On a wintry night he sneaked up behind
And whispered, “Who do you love?”
She smiled and said, “It’s you, baby boy, you know it’s you.”
So they kissed in the snow until their toes were frozen,
Then laughing, rushed home to bed.
Raking leaves was doing absolutely nothing to ease my muddled mind, so I took a long walk where I encountered two adorable young lovers and some musically appreciative cows.Read More
I have a perfect life.
So people say; so it must be.
I want for nothing, except for you.
There, I said it: I want you.
My state’s cheeky nickname–Trumpsylvania–will become relevant a bit later in this post. I’ll just start by saying I come from a long line of proud Democrats.Read More
Yesterday seemed determined to chap my ass and laugh about it. But just when I was about to write the whole day off as off as an overcooked shitburger, something happened.Read More
Don’t quit your day job.Read More
Characteristically, we Pennsylvanians–urban are rural– are a study, working class people. We’re also woodsy.Read More
When he was young, my son loved to go for walks using his keen litt-boy eyes to scout for treasures.Read More
I’m not gonna lie; as an athlete, I’m woefully lacking.Read More
I think a 38th wedding anniversary deserves an original poem, don’t you?Read More