The crab scuttles,taking one step forwardand two steps back.She appears tough.Pincers at the ready.She won't catch anyone,though it seems she could.Sh..
The dinner table.A place where families talk,supposedly.But mine did not.They said they wanted to hearthe clink of knives and forks.My mother believed..
There are precious few we meetwho tear our walls asunder.They dissolve as dustat the heat of a glance.Sweeping away the facadeof forlorn lovers...Yet,..
There's no class for this.No instruction manual.No water wings.It's sink or swim.And some of us are just barelycoming up for air.And the breath of lov..
The title will come at the end.It rears its ugly head.You fight it backyear after year.You always have ita mild drip, drip, dripcoursing through your ..
You write for glory and recognition;yet there is no feeling in your words.You emote others' emotions,but you do not feel.You take up a causeyou haven'..
I could never quiteget the words out.There was no one there to listen.Inside were the days I wanted to shout.And now I hide in this roundabout.I'm not..