You know me, I know you do. We grew up together, you and I. Neighbors on a street full of kids with big hearts, sad stories, and impossible dreams. Do you remember the other kids? They left, one by one, until only you and I remained. I always knew they'd find their own stories.
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.
Coffee is only sometimes kryptonite.
This is a short short story about a young girl who runs away from her abuser.