Word Play

Poetry Friday

ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round about Midnight. Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about Midnight, Piano laughter, in my ears, Round about Midnight. Stirring up laughter, dying tears, Round about Midnight. Soft blue voices, muted grins, Excited voices, Father’s sins, Round about Midnight. Come on baby, […]


I can’t believe it …

… it’s 19:10 MDT, and I still have no idea what happened in today’s Tour de France stage … watching now. So stoked, because it’s almost like live.