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Thursday, November 10, 2016
Monday, November 07, 2016
Saturday, November 05, 2016
A re-imagining of Norman Rockwell’s 1948 painting “The Dugout,” for The Saturday Evening Post, updated with current Chicago Cubs (from left) Kyle Schwarber, Joe Maddon (manager), Jake Arrieta, Javier Baez and Kris Bryant. In the stands, note Cleveland Indians fans Tom Hanks and LeBron James. #cubs #worldseriesInstagram
Thursday, November 03, 2016
Wednesday, November 02, 2016
Baseball The Greatest Sport
There is also the curve ball, slider, knuckle ball and others which can make the batter look as if he does not belong anywhere near a bat much less a baseball field. But then, magically, the next pitch hangs too long in the air (a microsecond) and the hitter, who just looked incompetent; hits it 450 feet for a home run. One pitch the hitter is a failure, the next he is at the apex of success.
Tuesday, November 01, 2016
Monday, October 31, 2016
Through These Newborn Eyes
She walks and locks the door, I unbutton her shirt and she leans to me - I see her face so close to me - I can feel the heat from her love that she has always had for me. I am seeing life and love and I am in life and in love. 
Up to Me
When I hear this song and the words are sung it touches a cord within me that I need to follow my own path - time is running out for me and I must stay true to me. No one else can truly understand - I guess its gonna be up to me. 
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
My Big One
If I could I would, if I could I would have a beautiful lady stand above you and to soften your hardened self. If I could free you of the stiffening sense that can sometimes cause pain, I would rub you and feather you to health and to peace. You stand among smaller ones and you lead the army into the battles, into wars always victorious with every step. 
Thursday, October 27, 2016
This Pain
Its funny how a rain in the spring can invigorate us yet the rain in the fall leaves us wanting for home. 
Palettes of Colors
I walk along the streets, hands in pockets, eyes absorbed on the Palettes of Colors. Too warm for snow but too cold for leaves and they fall from the trees. Another cup of coffee please...
Innocent – set me free
I am on the wet streets tonight, reflections of an old man in a stained glass. The river runs beside me and a lost dog cries out for love. I am searching for answers - looking up above. 
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Invisible Man
The Prose Masquerade Think about what monster or creature you would most enjoy emulating if you were forced to become it for the rest of your life. (You can't say a businessman is a monster and take the easy route out). Within the realms of ghouls, ghosts, vampires, centaurs, etc., pick your poison, and craft something that shows how you would cope at your worst, your best, in your newfound existence of monstrosity. Let the words run. 
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