Thanksgiving Bird
Poem A small bird sat on a bony twig All alone, heavy-hearted. The winter wind ruffled his feathers His berry-black eye cried a homesick tear. Missing his nest-bound days, Missing the berries and...
Tagged: perspective
What I Think About in the Football Stands
Poem There’s something treasured in watching someone you love From the distance, as though to acknowledge That had you made a few different turns along the way that You wouldn’t know them at...
My Flower and Me
Poem From your view, the flower dies For it will live in me As it gives to me, life From our view, we dream deep. We sit here far from death We await...
Eight Eyes See All
Short Story I’m sure you’ve heard the saying about how there’s always a spider at least three feet from you. I can’t attest to that, but there are many places in which we...
From Malice to Experience
These words of kindness are killing me softly Words once spent with the scent of pure innocence Words now spent with intent of injustice Wilting my working limbs of gentle intention Limbs once lively,...
