mat
is old, worn, beaten
down by shoes,
frayed
at the edges,
ravaged
by sun
and storm.
do i really
need it anymore?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2025
(2688)
-
▼
September
(195)
- the DEI post office
- the cookie jars
- filing jointly again
- the evidence in black and white
- no one is that crazy
- when the tubes smolder
- the night clerk
- waiting for the sun to come out
- Dostoevsky blues
- champagne love
- ten years straight of pregnancy
- do i miss Milagro?
- judgement day
- we're lucky living here
- why are people doing stupid things like lying in t...
- what has gone wrong?
- i've lost you
- whatever you do, don't buy a boat
- blown out to sea
- all county center fielder
- everyone is still here
- it's just a passing fancy
- the stolen purse
- the pink light coming into the room
- the bullet train
- we got to get out of this place
- can you keep it down out here
- women and birthdays
- no surrender
- the last dog
- she's gone sailing off the cape
- how to become a paid protester
- the HOA
- finding a grocery list
- the martyr Jimmy Kimmel
- the delusion of men
- the boy with blonde hair
- throwing dishes across the room
- three steps down on I street
- making the heart sign with your hands
- circling Rhonda and Popeyes Chicken
- the democratic Mayors, We Got This
- Betty loves buttered popcorn
- ode to Prufrock
- we need you ASAP
- what exactly does the United Nations do?
- these are not good people
- watching home movies together
- leaving Nova Scotia
- manual transmission
- i was that guy in the office
- the guy in the blue shirt
- the early morning tragedy
- the starter home on Pleasure Cove Court
- who voted for these people?
- too nice of a day
- the indigo sweatshirt
- the whole ugly town was covered in snow
- all with a grain of salt
- her white feet dangling out the window
- visiting the pet store
- investing in tear gas cannisters and masks
- are we talking about muffins here?
- when Moe's burned down
- coming of age
- the apple tree
- keep it to yourself, i can't be trusted
- just lunch
- unlearning
- just one more game
- the best conversations
- a box of linguini
- late night tv
- in his ninth decade
- how dare you be rich
- the ac on, the ac off
- a man or woman in uniform
- get a job
- when the officiant does your wedding in the baseme...
- finding the right prayer
- very clean and shiny stoops
- the no fail divorce diet
- maybe get a life?
- looking for work
- the loop of carousel music
- four burly men from Linthicum
- time of the season
- bye bye
- a ghoulish dish
- crazy Jake in the passenger seat
- the way we were
- where did we go wrong
- here's my card, please call
- an eventual spring
- i'm so so busy now
- the google search
- stopping to eat
- after further review
- the snooze alarm
- the wide dry field
-
▼
September
(195)
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