Susan Payton
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I love to write in every venue. I am 75 years old and try to make every day count,. I am learning a great deal about poetry on Vocal, and I am glad to be here.
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To Your Great Love
Hello, my name is Paula, and I am John's ex-wife. I don't know why I was invited, but I was. What did John and his new wife, Cathy expect me to say. Cheers to the way you always have treated your sons, and cheers to the way, you always made our sons, seem second fiddle to Cathy's daughter, Cindy. But this isn't about the children is it, it is about yourselves, and your great love. I trust that now that you have tied the knot officially, you will have the decency to send your child support here on time. Cheers!
By Susan Paytonabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
To The Groom
For those who don't know me, I'm Carley, and this toast is for the groom, Matt, or should I call him the wedding specialist, God knows he's been at the Department of Marriage License Bureau enough times. According to the lady who works there, fourteen times to be exact. This toast is also for Nicole, someone who finally got him to the alter, my hat's off to you, or should I say, my garter belt. Matt, you should recognize it from when you took it off me, when we were together. "Many Happy Years Together, if you last that long. Anyway Cheers!"
By Susan Payton6 days ago in Fiction
The Mundane Murders
It was a small town in Massachuttes, named Seaside, where the waves broke on the shores of this coastal town which was nestled between two larger cities. It seemed quiet for the most part, but there was darkness looming in the salty air, of this otherwise righteous town.
By Susan Payton15 days ago in Fiction
Homeless in America
You didn't see this, in this small colonial town, of Dover, Delaware. That was before Covid 19, and it seems that Covid, changed everything in America. At least the America I knew. This was an actual photo, I took of a shopping cart, on a warm sunny day this past summer. There was a man and a dog. lying on a grassy knoll about five feet from this shopping cart. I didn't have the heart, to photograph, the man and his dog, I figured he had suffered enough without the indignity of someone photographing him sleeping by the side of the road.
By Susan Payton18 days ago in Humans
