"Are you happy?"

“I’m not sure,” said the first girl as she sat down on the soft, white leather couch in Charlie’s well-appointed living room.

I have quit this site but cant work out how to delete my account or my story apart from re writing it.

my poetry is not here
Cherry

Just a grammatical ornament 1

i got to tell you that i'm nothing important. i mean, i'm just a grammatical thing. the great thing is i can change from being a (.) to a (!) within seconds.
Cherry

PORT ELGIN NEW BRUNSWICK poem

We’re voyeurs from across Baie Verte watching Nova Scotia’s evening shore. Lights blinking from Pugwash to North Port.

Nudely Close All Doors

it wasn't easy, the way i erased myself, part after part trait after trait i even erased my name. i even erased my vagina. there was no one to hate. there was no one who did evil unto me.

REMEMBRANCE DAY poem

Grampy? How come that lady’s crying? He asks staring at the cenotaph not seeing grandpa’s tears.

GROWING OLDER IS OK poem

Not much energy left these days when I am the caboose with legs that once danced and pranced

Fall Nights

the mad hairs of the wind are unloosed, they shake and drum eerily on the windows, almost an old clairvoyant knocking on the door to tell me something terrible. look at those eyes

tomorrow's story today

Yesterday went by like a flash of light and today also seemed like a bit of a blur. Is Time speeding up I wonder?

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