skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(1558)
-
▼
August
(98)
- pre cooked chicken
- the plan
- peace rally on the mall
- something has to change
- unraveled
- new neighbors
- strangers
- brand new bag
- no epiphany
- stolen
- food infusion
- the well is dry
- harvest
- license and registration
- high school reunion
- late
- tea
- you're old
- this is it
- kindness
- complaint window
- beauty
- ship ahoy
- dripping mustard
- not just another day
- black birds on a wire
- love and affection
- 14th street
- poetry workshop
- almost
- little you can do
- i'm hopeful
- together
- she unsays
- start to finish
- each day
- what roses?
- pink scarf
- the birthday gift
- it wasn't carlos, was it?
- baking a cake
- cyber friends
- christmas cards
- the summer wind
- floral patterns
- winter people
- the devil's music
- the pressure
- canned beans
- waiting for things to change
- it's your fault
- your own speed
- sweet time
- girl with snake
- indifference
- the next step forward
- the next kiss
- pajama world
- wedding preparations
- the leaves
- gravity
- going green
- joining a band
- lunch with birds
- i've got a guy
- sweet lisp
- ripened tomatoes
- i'll send a postcard
- have cake, need icing
- the stew
- unfinished
- flickering pixels
- the nut of the matter
- stray cats
- high expectations
- the wrong side of the bed
- the massage
- the end of the world
- the short list
- a place where people say hi
- dinner for one
- uncovered
- the spoiled child
- bring two
- missing you
- tomatoes
- the summer parade
- at the beach
- misunderstood
- the embrace of water
- the horses
- No title
- the unfair advantage
- s
- the loose thread
- flowers
- knitting needles
- the girl with the pony tail
-
▼
August
(98)
About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
No comments:
Post a Comment