Poetry, Ghosts and Vampires
He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on … Continue reading Poetry, Ghosts and Vampires
He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on … Continue reading Poetry, Ghosts and Vampires
Dogs. My house was full of dogs. Three dogs but their total weight comes to about 350 pounds. 45 of … Continue reading Short Musings on dogs, my brother Max, Vampires and life
“Hey Mom?” “Hey Garrett?” “Do you mind if I bring my easel to school?” “No, not at all. If you … Continue reading College Dazed…
A small brown dog came up to me today and gave me a sideways look and then growled under its … Continue reading Musings on dogs, childhood, love and being a Vampire
Well, now that the entire world is going to Hell in a hand basket there is no sense even bothering … Continue reading What we’re talking about: Hell in a Hand Basket Edition
The French word “maman,” meaning “mother,” is pronounced “MA-moh.” The second syllable is rather nasal and the final “n” is … Continue reading A little French lesson
I hear the clock behind me. It is a Seth Thomas from the 1870’s. So many of those are … Continue reading Above the hearth – sounds of night
Falling in love with a Vampire can suck. It bites. Vampires will leave you cold and in the dark. … Continue reading So you’ve fallen in love with a Vampire…