“Monster!”, she wrote “How dare you sir! With your last note I don’t concur! You are depraved! Get yourself saved! And stay away!” (C) Stephen

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
“Monster!”, she wrote “How dare you sir! With your last note I don’t concur! You are depraved! Get yourself saved! And stay away!” (C) Stephen
There was black Smoke, ash char and charcoal Everything burned Everything gone Everything ‘Total destruction’ they told him ‘No survivors Sorry for your loss’ Leaving
The Stone Butch Blues played Cassidy’s with such enthused audacity the place went nuts as their hot cuts devoured the hours (C) Stephen W. Buchanan
Happy endings are all alike touched with tendings towards a big strike for the good side And bad’s denied before their score You can read
Deep in the well of loneliness it feels like hell It’s all a mess For no one’s there with whom to share your fraught-filled thoughts
Shadows arose consciousness fled The pillow rose to meet my head All noted by the bluest eye with Persian fur You can read more of