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A Poem: My Youth in D.C.

MY YOUTH IN D.C.

Standing in black shoes
and white socks,
headphones on and
cassette player buzzing,
waiting on the Metro.
My youth in D.C.

Subway train,
hissing and shaking,
carrying us about town,
from Huntington
to Shady Grove and back.
My youth in D.C.

Cheap drinks at the bar,
taking a bus, never a car,
staggering, piss-drunk, through Georgetown,
and laughing against stone lions.
My youth in D.C.

Best friends and
second family.
Laughing. Fighting.
Kissing Breaking up.
Making up.
My youth in D.C.

Looking back,
down the years,
past quiet nights and
fallen tears,
I don’t regret a minute.
My youth in D.C.

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Art

Sometimes, gentle readers, as a creative person, you just have to switch gears.
Sometimes, a picture can convey something better than a thousand words ever could.

Ugh. Clowns.

You know you've been writing too long and trying too hard when your story twists and turns into something monstrous involving clowns.
Yes.
Clowns.
Ugh.
I feel dirty even admitting it.

Improved Mood

Well, it's funny how a single night and day can change a person's overall disposition.  This picture encapsulates my current mood.  What do y'all think?

A Picture for My Mood

Gentle readers, I'm having kind of a crap day. I had to buy new tires for my car, I don't feel well and the news is full of death and despair. With that in mind, here is a picture that I find very calming. One day, I think I might like to live somewhere with a view like this.