ZJCSep 26, 20203 minDay 341: The Chesaning HatEver since high school, there has one been one constant in my life and that is my black and orange Chesaning baseball hat. There has...
ZJCSep 25, 20201 minDay 340: Walls Like MindPlain white with a dash of grey Just off enough to call itself color Empty and free Soon filled with photos and flowers Quotes and wood...
ZJCSep 24, 20201 minDay 339: Breakfast I piddle paddle the morning With before thoughts of later hours Contemplating the stressful dreams That shall never come to pass The...
ZJCSep 23, 20201 minDay 338: Strangers Dance on My TypewriterI shall write a poem And you shall call it form Interpreted names for the style of thought The eyes of history will say what they must In...
ZJCSep 22, 20204 minDay 337: Nostalgia is a Beautifully Cruel Beast that Churns the Insides Like Red Skin Mash PotatoesSo, I have been unpacking my books and other totes for the past few hours, looking at old baseball cards, finding photos I forgot I had,...