As The Clouds Do
Poem The earth smiles from the dark While the water rises And fills my lungs I choose to believe Things will change They have to Or I will die There is a butterfly...
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We Sat Upon Our Porch
Poem We sat upon our empty porch Midnight Singing through the dreary day Gone away, light a light, We tried to walk away. Our sorrows loomed across the room Our figures were too gay Our deeds haunted us to gloom...
What You’ve Taught Me
Poem The world seems quiet around me Like I disappointed it, disowned it Like it’s surprised that I would doubt it As if it feels rejected, betrayed Withdrawn And that it thinks I’m...
Contemplating a Cold Future
The desk lamps reflect on the mirror-still pool. It’s a clear night. Orion’s belt, the big and little dippers, and the other constellations I can’t name shine in the clear sky. The crickets and...
As Is the Beginning, Is the End
Short Story Jeanne Ann Westveer was born in 1935. Jeanne married John Frederick Girard Rooks in 1960. She is the mother of my mother, making her my grandmother. When I’m writing this, my...
Finite Set Of Steps
Poem Deeply so you may tell yourself of love Of other worlds Awestruck, being only the thing You can claim to have hit Accuracy never the strong suit Matching with those shoes Color...
Animal Dilemmas – Camel Moth
Short Story The Queen Moth crawled up the crack in the rock into the light and flew up in the hot desert air. It circled the large rock that was its kingdom and...
