Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
My heart is laden with the late winter's snow How pristine... How very elegant and decadent Swaddled with my prideful green boughs bending low Not even the beckoning wanton gusts evoke a quiver But nigh on the horizon, the rays of spring Proceed, gleaming ever before and ever after Now, that which once benumbed falls, thawed, shattering... Continue Reading →