Loss

We were driving in a little seaport town. The tide was low, some ships were grounded, it was so low, but that was to be expected. Things were kind of…

THE MORAL OF THE STORY

Eden’s leaves touched the ground

lush with the fruit it bore.

Nearby, a river ran with cool, clear water,

mindless of the coming dawn.

Bunny Loves Her Room

NAILING THE MALE

Males with all their tales of woe;

how it is and how it can’t be…

hmm…

There be trouble brewing!

Can’t get on Cowbird…wanted to pull some more stories from the site but I guess they are gone forever

I used my cell phone and can see my stories. I copy the text and download the image.