If These Walls Could Talk
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of quiet to my mind:every worry fell like snowflakes to the …
Tag: Kenneth Henry
Casey at the Bat (a Prequel)
The turf of man’s endeavors forms the diamond of his dreams, where fate will melt his mettle, and will push him to extremes. And nowhere in the universe are hope …
Dust and Denim
He led a life of dust and denim trying to avoid the venom life had spat his way. She clad her dreams in calico but wondered what she had to …
To the End of Love
The bridegroom took his budding love, they snuck off to the side, and while the wedding party danced, he whispered to his bride. The nighttime draped the garden path …
Ode to a Road
The earth is an enormous spinning ball. As asphalt tendrils grip the globe and squeeze it seems the sphere constricts, and therefore all “point A’s” draw ever closer to “point …