The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Set the calendar back

One spot, so I'm not counting it.

War started hidden.
Silence, the sound of
The dead spinning in their graves.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Not so great

After two weeks last time, to start spotting again this morning was more than usually unwelcome. But so it goes. My lot.

Whole lot.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Restart all over again.

Yesterday started, to my mild dismay. So much else to worry over. Still, hope on the horizon.

Today, well, enduring.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The anti-christ has come.

Five months, then godsdammit, starts. Helluva year to go through this. Evil is afoot.

A doomed year of the fire cock.