Oh, dear Cactus,How do you hurt so much?Both the one who explores youAnd you, your core within
All the trouble began whenever Grandma came for Christmas. To make matters worse, she was a fastidious old bat, had a fat, wrinkled face…
My sister was born a rayof sunshineon an October daynear Halloweencovered in fair skinfrom my mother’s sideand blonde hairfrom…
Peace.Like a riverflowing quietly.Tranquility.Sitting beside the riverwatching it flow…