Saturday, August 01, 2009



On a dead end street in the middle of the city,
we meet. We like all the same things, you know
the story. We're kept apart by the predictable
haunts -- old love, everything to lose. I once
said a place was heaven and a child told me that
it was heaven because it had a lot of cemeteries.
I feel certain we are buried together there.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I write songs about things that I'm simultaneously trying to not think about." Warren Zevon

Cocktail Hour
Drinking movie suggestion: 500 Days Of Summer

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday!


the walking man said...

It is always the past carried forward that prevents the present from having a better future.

Good one Brooks!

Love it.

Scott said...


That is a great piece of short writing...poetic, actually. Nice pic,too. :)

Have a great weekend!

Charles Gramlich said...

Very nice. A short, powerful punch.

jodi said...

Hi Beauty, That is scary true. It's hard to stop draggin' our bags around sometimes. (Honey, u ROCK the cutoffs!) xoxo