Dreams, trials, memories Hopes, fears, memoriesDesires, defeats, memoriesIsn’t yesterday anything but memories?No, tomorrow is always a memory a scent a taste a touch Why then is tomorrow nothing but dreams?Why then is today always realizations? God only knows, only He knows among everyone Futile dreams, frustrating realities, bitter memories. Is that ALL? —Undated; probably 1978
Author: Sean Murphy
Sticky Seats to Sherman
I used the road and some parallel ones once in 1975 to get from our house in Oklahoma to my aunt’s house in Sherman, TX. My cousins had been staying with us. Our grandparents, in their Ford Torino, took us to Sherman. We spent the night and came back to Duncan. It was hot. Damn…


