How many words can you get from TEXAS?

Poetry about the end of a long week in Dallas, Texas.

A love story.

These are my memories of growing up with my grandparents. My Gram has passed and my Pap is still with us but ready to go home.

I am fascinated by the decay of nature, old buildings, and demolition projects. These things are our history. When we destroy that, a part of our history is gone. I like to document the beautiful – and not so beautiful – before it is gone forever.

Man has botfly larvae that were most likely put there by mosquitoes living inside his head.

My thoughts.

TEXAS.

A Short Story.

This is a poem I wrote about my best friend.