And now I can’t recall where tomorrow is.
Author: David Huzzard
Medium rare,warmred center.Slathered insauteed mushroomsand onions.My choiceof potato on the side.Au gratin, baked,mashed,shoestring,steak cut fries.The…
Last weekend I reread The Great Gatsby and at some point in that reading realized…
This time start at the beginning.Whose beginning?My beginning?The universes?In the beginningthere was darknessor a bangor…
You awake in a housesurrounded by a hot plate,refrigerator stocked with food,fresh water, electricity, everything…
I remember sitting in my American Literature class in college when we were about to…
Ideological differences too stark,raised to fight,our war predestined. No hill worth dying for.When wars are…
Every night my father would sit down with a crime novel and a gin and…
I want to fine a place of peaceas exists in half forgotten memories.A creek I…
David Huzzard Writes 