Three Quick Lines
Three Quick Lines by John Bennett Each day I stroke three quick lines across the top of the page on a yellow pad along the
Three Quick Lines by John Bennett Each day I stroke three quick lines across the top of the page on a yellow pad along the
Being of Use by John Bennett I’m not a sports fan. I’m not a history buff. I’m not a religious man or keen on retirement.
Restaurant Love by John Bennett I’m so old now that I can fall down in front of a restaurant & beautiful women bend to help
Mature Love by John Bennett Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name? Or at least give me your phone number. Maybe I’m
Business as Usual by John Bennett Someone put a black widow spider in my Corn Flakes box. I built it a nest in the hair
Things to Write About by John Bennett I got to a place where I couldn’t find anything to write about. I looked everywhere, in all
A Snippet of Truth by John Bennett A snippet of truth punctures the skin of the buff body of cold facts like a white bone
Simple Joys by John Bennett The last frontier is simple joys. The last frontier is knowing a simple joy when you see one. Having a
Fly Me to the Moon by John Bennett She loves me she loves me not. Erratic emotions. Imaginary fidelity. I’m about out of things to
The Muse on a Hot Day by John Bennett Here I sit shadeless in my car on the hill in 100-degree heat under a blazing