Gay in rural America, My community, Its , It wasn’t like depicted, My dad told my cousins I was retared , Because I dated no male, It wasn’t families who loved us, Who understood we were gentle, Goodhearted, Tender and compassionate, We didn’t change we look the same, Sang the same, Our hearts still beatContinue reading “PBS”
Category Archives: First pen name Val Littlewolf
Still June,
Grass brown, Acting like August, Heat is better then last summer or June, But ground needs mouture ,
Love
Cteates Narcississ fouls, Dustroying all love creates, Precious, Ever lasting before hate of a narcississ, After all fouled!
Two babies
Lay dead in my lap, Mom had cared for three, Young mother to tired to help four and five, I think all young women intent in sex, Should spend six mo ths carring for animals , To wed there use to be a class at church, They don’t.get;what constitutes life! Or how feail and reciousContinue reading “Two babies”
Getting down
Falling is easy, Getting down with purose at 65 less easy, Got her out, She and the two so far are ensconced jn hand me down doggie kennle, There will be more she feels it to my hand.
Time waits for no one
Thats why you have to make or yake the time to do something , My friend has spoke a month about taking photos Now, lilly, who first time out lost all of her babies, is delivering once mor, I have to get on the floor to pull her abd her two babies out and takeContinue reading “Time waits for no one”
Saddle sores
Saddle sores for weeps, Shingles pn my ass for fifteen years hard tome, Burning like acid poured between your thighs, All cause when a kid no drug stopped chicken pox Got it girst when fifty,, With GD AARP chasing you to joina old people organization, AARP a group fir wealthy Donna Reed types, No oneContinue reading “Saddle sores”
A sunday’s a sunday or is it?
Not in price, Same Sunday fourteen miles a part, Oelwein,Iowa, Sunday cost four eighty, Indrpence,Iowa same Sunday cost five twenty-five, Why? Both catmel large Sunday’s, Same state! Fourteen miles apart!
Fleetwood Mac
My kid sister loved them, Several more, For a while a country and Western guy, Blonde hair Jackson, When ever Fleetwood Mac plays , Ellen is near I will miss her until my heart stops beating,,
Eleventh
June two twenty-three, Suxty-high, Forty low, This old farts having electric heat tonight, Old kittins and babes and Grandma Val’s gonna be warm Night all, Got roast beef in a can and a can of pork and beans for on top Then for dessert Greek yogurt, Night my beloved artist of the written word,
Val Whitewolf 