Love Trumps Hate

We are bleeding red, drained pale white and bruised a deep, dark blue.

Listen

Hope is that beginning of greatness beyond measure.

One day per week to whine with wine.

Do the dog-talk. Don’t be cat, nobody like cats.

Running on empty is hard on the body, torturous on the mind and brutal on the soul.

I am sorry for me.

Thrilled to hit the mark. Delighted to keep writing. Humbled to have an audience.