Bugging Me

People are a lot like flies, how they constantly hover about you as if you want them to be there sharing your space always in your face. Sometimes, I would like to smash them just as I would the fly.  Just smack them silly when they lie. Big lips a flapping saying a whole lot … Continue reading Bugging Me



Summertime, liquid heat and sunshine. Scent of fresh mowed grass wafting in the air, sounds of little children playing all without a single care. Flapping of the wash on the line, sound of bees buzzing, dancing, from flower to flower. Cold beer in the hand, friends by your side, laughter and joy for all. What … Continue reading Bounty