A novice writer with big dreams and a goal to achieve a few in 365 days. One day at a time. Again-the quality of writing nothing outstanding and wey too random and off track but at least its something. Filed in My 365 goal journey. At least thats what it feels like. Wanna know what I did yesterday? Have r.

Poems and Photos by Junah Hunter. Can a poem be written on your back. At night, listening to acorns drop and roll, from the tree to the roof. And the silent fall after? The lone cricket, the irreversible drips of latent rain, the power generator and nothing else to hear. Except the voice inside that says. Get your hair out, mongrel. Wipe wet remains on your breast.

Dave, un loup répugnant, sale et malpolis.

A toi de découvrir par toi même.

Memories can fade, but only the bad ones go first! That is a blessing and I hope that everyone in his life will do the same and let the bad ones go and remember the Travis we all loved so much. Memories can fade, but only the bad ones go first! March 15, 2012. Loss of an only Son.