Twiglet #277 They say no one has been in that neighborhood since Bob Weaver died in the ’50’s the wind… Read more In Bob Weaver’s World
Twiglet #272 I walk into a room where everything appears to be so quiet but there is pressure and tension… Read more With Silence
Twiglet #268 I keep my pocket watch in my coat pocket daily conveniently setting it to different times at will… Read more The Sun In Pocket
From the point of view of legitimate historicity St. Paul never really fell off a horse, as far as anyone… Read more A Legend
Twiglet #266 Supposedly minor attachments, supposedly insignificant enslavements to things that do not matter, are often just as good as… Read more Mini Me Obsessions
Twiglet #265 I turn the page often and see a new book in the distance each time.
Twiglet #264 The fridge has a solemn echo when it is a mere barren wasteland
Twiglets #263 . Order the straight jacket before you even have a chance to go mad.
Day by day, since Harold lost his tools, his hands got softer and softer.
I Twiglet #261 If you are a boy, You wear blue with short hair, and you bow, and wear pantsy… Read more The Way Things Must Be Done