Back in the day, we didn’t take buses or drive in a car.
We walked.
Back in the day didn’t matter if our school was a distance far
We walked
Back in the day whether rain or shine, snow or sleet
We walked
Back in the day we depended on one thing only, our feet
We walked. Continue reading
Poetry
Ode to the Hummer
If It Didn’t Sound So Crazy…
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a story about a mermaid and a farmer.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE an essay on a magical moving pen.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a book about a ghost with a moving murmur.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a tale about a wolf and a wren who share a den. Continue reading
THE CREATIVE
We need to be sensible, we’re told,
yet if we forgo the sensitive, our poems won’t unfold. Continue reading
The Dinner Party
Let’s invite them over for dinner, my guy says to me
Nodding at new neighbors we’d met only shortly
I hem I haw, what if they’re boring or worse talk nonstop
What if they hate spinach and despise chocolate? Continue reading
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