Waiting II
My my, do I miss you Like feet without shoes On a chilled autumn night When on warmth they muse There are few who eschew The pull that you do When further away From...
My my, do I miss you Like feet without shoes On a chilled autumn night When on warmth they muse There are few who eschew The pull that you do When further away From...
I lay in flat on the earth, making my summer grass angel. Above, the undersides of green and gold leaves glow in the afternoon light. Below, cool roots connected to the hum of Earth’s...
Poem I went for a walk and found you growing in a small clearing of mulch and rocks. Few would hear if the tree of you fell. The birds in your hair would,...
Short Story The seagull had won. It survived near certain dead due the kindness of a good natured squirrel. It defeated its enemies and took back its throne as a leader of the colony. Its statue...