Prose Poem: Sea Song

Where babies come from...

Mothers Of War

Motherly love is so powerful it can make even the hardest heart change .

Your love.

I am naked under your gaze, lovely, to you, and newly, to me, true. Being you; effortless, makes me more than before. And less, the spaces in between as critical to form and meaning.

Why I Loved Granny

I loved Granny, because she loved me and loved my cousins as well. Whenever I would go to visit her, I could tell that she always enjoyed the visits, that they made her feel loved.
Cherry

The Paradox of His Detachment Stirred Her Curiosity

She tried to understand He was trying to forget

I

I am a poet It is not what I do but who I am Words are my air I breathe them in and let them fill me Then they tumble from me, cascading like a waterfall into verse Rhymes, Prose,
Cherry

For Whom the Cicada Sings

“I ask you. What finer way to die than as a hero?"

House Calls

You bounce

The Midas Touch

Todd thought he had created the perfect plan - but had he?
Cherry

Quarter to Zero Hour

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