It's the fifth Thursday night I spot the same couple of teensgoing about doing their own separate thingcrowded around the park piano,cursing out a thi..
Don't think I'll ever be so sureunder this vermillion skycinnamon scented or otherwiseSpotting an oddlyFairly charming manwearing a rather crooked tie..
I owe it to the moon that's only a few inches awayFor keepingeverydreamwe toss to the sky safe, regardless of their rationalityregardless of their for..
Like the smell of rain splattering across the pavementLike the car radio playing a long forgotten tuneLike the first warm touches of sheets out of the..
Have you ever gotten to the point of feeling emotionally numbglossing over countless poems meant to break your heartPoems meant to cheer you on,Poems ..
So your sitting at the tableIn the kitchen or in your corner of the roomYou have a ballpoint papermate penand an open faced notebookNot a person in si..
There is a cat by the doorAnd its rainingpouringI open the door and he comes rushing inAnd for some reasonit knows exactly where to goI never had a ca..
The reason most of us writeOr return to writing after a really long timeis because we have something to sayI don't know the figure for itBut usually i..