A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent...

Craigs List doesnt advertise
a fellow that I need...

My bag is packed
with a pillow...

With sparkling eyes she gazed at me,
long curled lashes waved hello...

A collaboration of
Linda O Connell...

Nervous as a virgin
on her wedding night...

From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...

Destinations have a start
a place called the beginning...

You know its funny
Ive often heard it said...

He wiped his knife of finest steel
on aprons stained with blood...

The roadside changes often,
each day as I proceed...

There was a time
upon the earth...