Poetry
By writing you...

I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...

It’s December. The weather is cold.
Sometimes is hot. We live in Texas...

I dreamt I was a bench
where people sat to see...

Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...

river, river
flowing down...

“a fork is all you need” he said
“that’s all you need” he reassured himself...

I,
would love to smell...

it is like it is
rules will be rules...

May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...

Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...

Sally-Sam 'silently' sings in her mind 'aloud'
when her mama screams: "Sally-Sam!&quot...