I’m not sorry, for liking you. Maybe a little more than I should. It feels good, it feels so good; and for the first time, I’m not…
What color are you today?Red, orange or perhaps a buttery yellowa cool blue? A fiery crimson?Tell me…What…
“Hi, can I have one Chocolaty Delight please?”, the little boy with the flaming red hair asked me.
It carries the beckon in coyote’s voicea cold discordblended soundcomes rushing over the nightback held…
On Mother’s Day
My mind races thinkingAt the sacrifice I am to makeFor my child.
You see it coming. A bump on the ocean surface, dark against the drowning sun. Foreboding. A set is approaching. You paddle…