Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving
Oh what a day The crystal is polished and bright The jello mold has been in the fridge all night Continue reading
Rhyming – one of the seven signs of mental illness
Oh what a day The crystal is polished and bright The jello mold has been in the fridge all night Continue reading
I will be doing some poetry at a very lively open mic session in a local cafe called Ellies (107th Continue reading
My sweetly beloved Sleeps sweetly below me Breathing gentle in deepest of dreams Tiny twitch upon a pillow No cares Continue reading
There is evil hiding in the skin of every beast There is goodness in the blood of every roses petals Continue reading
Penelope didn’t realize She was so deep in her lie There was no way to deny She didn’t mean to Continue reading