This poem came to me while I was helping a friend edit their book. It took some exploration of the idea, honing what it was I wanted to say, but ultimately it fit into a project I had already started. I’m writing a poetry collection exploring the different ways people view or experience death. Each…
Monday--a poem about being sick.
It's another poem. It’s short. Go on and read it. :)
About a tree and a lamppost.*
*Personification was used in the making of this poem.
The mind is a dangerous place.
A prompt for the summer season.
Poem about a runaway that plays off the Red Riding Hood story.
A snapshot of a life.
A vignette of a sixteen-year-old who babysits his younger siblings over the holidays.
The third part in my series of short shorts about loving but not needing coffee.