What I love is to be seated with the regulars and to pop into their world.
Once there, I take a circumspect look, step back, and see how easy it is to be fooled by fools.
Written by Edward Roads
What I love is to be seated with the regulars and to pop into their world.
Once there, I take a circumspect look, step back, and see how easy it is to be fooled by fools.
Written by Edward Roads
I managed to get to my feet by reaching out for, then bracing myself against, that same wall.
Still dazed, I reluctantly closed my eyes and quietly took a deep breath.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 18)
Written by Edward Roads
Watching the Red Sox I found myself wondering what it’s like to sit in the front row.
The best I’ve managed is row 20, which is somewhere between cool and a $5 hot dog.
Written by Edward Roads
With a leech on his back and a boot full of water, the Vietnam soldier moves forward.
What he may not realize is this means a more safe tomorrow for all of us.
Written by Edward Roads
At the bottom, where the staircase meets the floor, I double-stepped and fell forward.
Laying on my back, after deflecting off the wall, I realized there was no longer any light.
(Side story began at Mytwosentences 12).
Written by Edward Roads
Do you glance into the windows of your community hoping for a glimpse of a better life?
Before coveting…do you think other people perceive your reality for what it actually is?
Written by Edward Roads
I know nothing of the dirty empty ashtray.
All around the smokers found a spot to flick and bond.
Written by Edward Roads
I noticed a basic but obviously well constructed wall.
I found myself wondering if its detailed simplicity was the result of pride or compensation.
Written by Edward Roads
I took a fresh look at the unending spread of nuts & bolts that lay underneath the step by step instructions for my latest project.
Moments later, I strolled up to the white towel I had thrown earlier and threw it again.
Written by Edward Roads
During days without balance, listening to Big Band & Swing seems to focus my mind on the positive.
Poised with a soul full of jazz, I can look at a cloud filled sky and actually see the sun.
Written by Edward Roads
Half asleep and in bare feet, I descended the rug covered stairs with a thumping heart in my chest.
A dusty 40 watt failed to provide enough of a path to the baffling noise that woke me up in the first place.
Written by Edward Roads