Morning is my favorite time of the day because you can sneak out unnoticed.
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.
“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)