Wile for a while
Poem by C.E. Hart. My vacation flew by Feeling weak all week I came back with the flu I lay pillows behind my head on my bed and laze...
read morePoem by C.E. Hart. My vacation flew by Feeling weak all week I came back with the flu I lay pillows behind my head on my bed and laze...
read moreI sit, staring through the window. The backyard seems so empty. So peaceful. So quiet. And though invisible, I know the wind blows...
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read moreThe Old Man and The Oak There was an old man who lived in a wood He wore his old boots and a cloak with no hood His favorite...
read moreHunkering down I pass under low ceilings Turning sideways down the narrow aisle. I wait as the woman in front of me rams and jams Her...
read moreI am Captain of my ship, the majestic ‘Destiny’. Nautically she’s well equipped and crewed for any sea. She is well...
read moreMy lover picked me roses From her garden last Sunday morn, Red blossoms in seductive poses Nestled coyly amongst the thorns. She vased...
read moreHer squirms of protest accompany the morning alarm. Stumbling to the community wash she takes on Thumbs and Butternut, tenants that...
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read moreFossil and root are stories that begin with the end, exiled, ravaged of neglect, living in darkness. Nevertheless, in the...
read moreWhen the words we say are just not enough, When the emotions we feel are just too tough. When we keep things from those we...
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