Families line the streets. Kids are bundled in coats, hats, gloves and blankets. Adults stand or sit in folding chairs, hands in pockets or laps, their excitement matching the children's. A chill hugs each person tight. Teeth clatter, legs shake and dance; people trying to stay warm. Hot chocolate and coffee work for a while, … Continue reading Not Like It Used To Be
Twas the night before Christmas when under the moon A feeling of sadness was followed by doom The children were still in their beds drenched with red While toys giggled madly and danced on their head A doll with one eye held a knife in the air The Robot ate entrails with Ole Mr. Bear … Continue reading Terrible Toys (A Christmas Poem) by Lisa Vasquez
Years ago I was part of a forum, yes there were forums in the old days, that was a Richard Laymon fan group. We were small but because close. Even though the forum is long gone the group is still around, just now on Facebook. We are all still good friends even though we span … Continue reading A blast from the past . . .