a simple poem

I remember her name, and how she laughed easily, chatting like the rice frying in the back kitchen. I was not used to it - the attention, I mean.

Colton Harris-Moore's a spirited outlaw and a very intelligent guy, who made the mostly corporate-censored news more interesting for a while. So I admire him.

"Don't jump!" He commands in soft paternal tones. Space is curved in on itself and you will only end up back where you started. "Don't jump." She smiles from above knowing bones will not

Chapter Thirty One

...it stopped like a blood clot rotting...

My Garden memories of my late friend Sue. We would sit and talk of what we would do, here in my garden I now think of you.

...the void turns on a pivot of loss..