MY TURN TO MOW THE GARDEN non-fiction

Troy, our youngest, volunteered to help dad with his very first garden. Together we were prepared to surprise mom with our bountiful supply.

NO MORE BOGEYMAN non-fiction

“MOM! DAD!” I screamed.

AN ACT OF CARING essay

It was wrong of me. So it is with life. Temptations must be controlled by discipline. Each family has to decide which is the way to do so. I can only speak for myself.
Cherry

Scarlet Spell

Red-headed delights

Simply Be

I better observe situations at a distance because up close I have no control over my emotions.

Dance of the Midnight Muse

Kiss my lover, smite the sky, chain the hound as it runs by, beware the teeth, that ivory trap, beware the cracked jaws that snap.

Bright Riddler

Bright riddler, thou whom hast led me in this dance for hour upon hour, in spring rain or winter shower, I have a word for thine ear alone.

Beauty is a Beast

Beauty is a beast, it haunts me nightly, stalking me in the shadows of my boudoir, from beyond the far reaches of the midnight hour.

Alunagh's Well

Once I recall there was a time when gentle hearts the world did rule, when equal voice was given to the king and the fool.

The Complete Wastefulness of an Educational Summer

Peace, past and present. Smooth sounds and trilling bird Summers. A Confounded letter on Sixties holidays

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