Lonely little alcove with the tired, brown carpet At the edge of town where the train whistle is loud Hodge-podge neighbors, poor, but rich in…
Lonely little alcove with the tired, brown carpet At the edge of town where the train whistle is loud Hodge-podge neighbors, poor, but rich in…
Magic in a Moment came, poured over a small, wood frame house Long ago In a small place And in that small space, hearts beat…
Yet another Craigslist scam, which is why I don’t advertise there. With my luck, the Craigslist Killer would show up and not Hugh and Ruth…
Every now and then something happens to reaffirm our faith in humanity and reminds us that not everything is bad nor does it have to…
So I arrive home, all is well, or is it? It’s a nice day, the birds are singing (at least in my head). I go…
December 2009 The English teacher assigned a poetry writing gig, and the “boys” (see preteens for definition) have to do this. I feel it is…