“What is your favorite number?”
We were sitting at a table, two cups of untouched black coffee between us. I was looking at…
They say a person’s first memory in life is always something emotional.
When I was 7, my hamster died. (Wait, it gets even funnier)
Robin bird returns in springWhen the stubborn snows still clingTrees will shake the burden offRobin comes to end the trough
A dream coming quiet, steps forward alert,Is scattering emerald and silver.Its tiny lights puncture the fogs of the dark,Chase shadows — in corners they shiver.
Morning is my favorite time of the day because you can sneak out unnoticed.