Three Mile Drove, Chapter Eighteen

Three Mile Drove Chapter Eighteen
Cherry

Adverb to the Wise

A class with Inez
Cherry

The Seer

Here and now

One Poem

What the *@%$

Depression

They've given me drugs They've locked my up I could have used hugs And a whole lot of talk.

Throw Out Your Faults

We all have our faults Most people keep them hidden. Hidden behind doors like vaults To open them seems forbidden. Would it really be so bad?

Here's To You Mom

You grew up on a farm With 'old school' values And lots of charm Your love always given is true.

Shoebox Interviews Sage Sweetwater--Colorado Poet-Novelist of the Sapphic Literary Genre

I rode six hundred miles to get away from six inches. I'd rather ride my stick pony...

at the summit

as in sit on this monmument, a monument of the war dead, on the brow of this hill, my friend is by my side, and as we put the world to rights, i stare across the fields,

Staring at the wall

Waking up in the morning, having spent th last couple of nights with a girl, rolling over and expecting to se her there, waiting for the morning smile. Instead its the blank wall beside my own bed.

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