The Senior Season

It’s not fair, his bed isn’t quite prepared.

Accept

Yes I am here And I don’t feel like going, You don’t know me You don’t need to. Life keeps trying to tell me what to do, And I don’t trust it, It knows me about as much as you do,

Catch the Fire

like an éclair, with shades of icing.
Cherry

Diary

At the door of this quiet room Your bedroom, holding all that you are In trust, There is an, almost, holy hush But for the unexpected flesh pink – Such a mistake – a pigs ear.
Cherry

Salvage

You get what you pay for, he declares over a glass of white wine But do you? she asks, hugging a mug of tea. It’s not like a business, we will have to sit there and speak our hearts and minds

Island States

A small patch of rescued flowers, a garden within a wilderness, a little group of powdery bluebells, one red and yellow, straight-up tulip, a scattering of pale purple campions.

Pebble

I am pebble in a stream... Gently I fall to the bottom Through clear water I drift left and right heavy in my decent Mishapen , with a slight edge. I reach the bottom

Adult Education

The writing is on the wall But I can’t seem to read it.
Cherry

The Coming of Age October. Part 1.

Jessica has a date.

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