Pic by Mimi Bordeaux

Truth, Lies, Love, and Writers

Been incredibly lazy/slack almost finished, once forgotten always remembered. So I look at my fellow writers admiring the skill, passion and utmost duty to the written word. Have I lost all of this? I am wondering if I can write again; how long has it been oh ages! A couple of months? No a few days and more.. I almost cry reading something on the home page. All of you wish ,hope, learn, turn the wheels around pitching an idea to the marketing manager. He looks at your hard work with a singular eyeball, sneering. Oh no it’s not what I wanted especially now with the kids going to high school and I am busy these days.. lonely I am melancholy with grief and sadness I don’t know why it has come to lay its head upon my shoulder weeping.

Tonight I cry for you and your family. Lucky how it goes against the spirit of fair play.

Have a great time together, twins alike. How we have a bit of integrity well of course I have.

Let’s play the fool’s game. Marionettes hidden cups, hands pulling strings, that’s how you work.

Love is a half-hour of a good song playing on the radio.

Let’s play it together.

Now I am ready to write. And then.