the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.


November 2016

Bright Lights for the Late Nights.

I hung some Christmas lights in my room today.  My mood seems to brighten upon their illumination.  I let my eyes tire, lose focus, and the colors begin to blur.  The bulbs slowly grow, I now hardly know how much... Continue Reading →

Tankful Thoughts to Tuesday’s Turning

Purple lips and the purposeful refill, while you sip, you scheme, going in for the kill. Is this really the thrill, everyone quite knows the drill. When you wake, just another hard pill To swallow, down with that worldy swill, Down deep you think... Continue Reading →

Witnessing History.

November 1, 8pm, in the middle of Game 6.  Text received.  Old friend from years past.  "Can you take off the next two days?"  The rest is a blur.  I was at Game 7 of the World Series, Chicago Cubs... Continue Reading →

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