The High Before The Drop

There I was, standing in line after a long day of drudging across shops filled with trinkets galore: bobble heads smelling of fake plastic, shakable globes with wooden, etched out designs you can run your fingers in between, scratchy t-shirts with some silly font splashed across the chest area. She pushed to come here, kept... Continue Reading →

One Last Hymn from a Gentle Bird

Crest curving like the crescent moon, And fluttering wings grown so soon.   Sweet hymns I sang in church to the Lord; But at home similar songs had soared.   I wrapped my velvet, ivory fingers around. The trust was in not making a sound.   Grey, white, and yellow--each would hug, In feathery softness... Continue Reading →

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