Better days

junked willys jeep

True is it that we have seen better days. Dark are the hours as our time draws nigh. Memories wane, bones rattle, blind eyes glaze, The glory of our youth belie. Mired amongst the coppice, Where the earth doth strive to reclaim, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, There’s no one ‘cept self to blame.

Yard sale

hand-painted for sale sign

It was actually happening. After all those years of joking about it, Mister finally agreed. I’m not sure if I wore him down, or convinced him it was a good idea. We sold off everything, bought an RV and made plans to travel the U.S. The yard sale was his idea. His way of needling me, … Continue reading Yard sale

Xenophobia

alien graffiti

I was a youngster when they returned, with their massive airships and mind-boggling technology. They promised to depart their knowledge to us. They promised prosperity, they promised an end to disease and disability. What they didn’t tell us was at what cost - total domination. What they didn’t expect was how advanced we became during … Continue reading Xenophobia