Life of a Sock

When life turns tumultuous twisting and churning, Which way should I go, which way is up? …Squirl! What does the sock experience when washed? Does it like the squeezing, rubbing, and spinning? The end will come when the dirt is gone, But to be […]

Blue Smudge’s Muse

On a crisp fall evening I heard the most peculiar thing, when the trees swayed and the wind curled by. There in picture frame reverberating as if to sing, blues and greens, yellows and whites of night’s sky. Stepping closer, gazing, straining silently to […]