I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
She walks in beauty or rather she once ran through the scorching farm fields heavy with crops Look at me, she would say swarthy, twiglike,…
On the edge of town the gypsy unlatches her cart windows wide open curtains flung free to the night air wafting magic everywhere Wares, Trinkets…
Little stragglers I wonder that you’re stranded here fretting about among these last glorious flowers leftover summer gems balancing precariously on the brink of gusty…
I want to live in a sky painted with frosted waves just under the moon within reach of stars beyond all that is human where…
She shakes the sea from her hair in tiny, salty droplets rising up from the water after diving among anemones reef gazing swimming through a…
They say she writes from high atop a glitzy glass tower her frailty seeping through in melancholy ink. A lovelorn poet lost she rifles memory’s pages…
Why can’t life be like a box of chocolates? it’s not, you know it doesn’t melt on your tongue luscious, velvety smooth dark enough to…
The witch Mrs. McLoon harbors a grudge She dislikes her neighbor he’s such a drudge Mrs. McLoon decided to change Sid one day She had…