been sittin’ waitin’ and wishin’ so long i wonder if i’ve settled for make believe like a black and white photo of the impish little boy in a gray suitcoat, sleeves swallowing up his hands, she’s in a petti-coated dress, that the mind paints in bright yellow with a parasol and a grin just playin’… Continue reading Playin’

When Walter Called Me Fancy

Years ago I dated a guy named Walter. He was the kind of guy who went out of his way to help people- he’d stop on the side of the road to fix someone’s flat and volunteered in a dozen different church ministries. Walter gave thoughtful, considerate gifts to everyone, even his ex-wife, and bounced… Continue reading When Walter Called Me Fancy