I am a retired Ironworker(35 years Local 7), a lifetime Boston, Mass resident. I am old enough to know better - but don't.
October smirks
Kisses the maple goodbye
A loveless lament
My granddaughter asked: “what was it like sixty years ago”. I had all the answers.
The daily fishwrap
With the crap that’s in the newspaper nowadays people won’t even wrap fish in it anymore.
favorite slippers
separating at the seams
duct tape or glue?
My nose smells. My feet stink.
I believe we shrink as we get older because life keeps pressing down on us.
October’s grey sky
drapes a mountains majesty
in mystery’s cape
long mournful meows
the cat can’t reach the doorbell
concierge service
November hums
twiddling icy fingers
beauty and the beast
John G. Lawless
©10/28/2021