She ran her slender fingers
against the wall, feeling the moisture...

A few years went by and finally
a buyer...

In 1893 in a quite little Inn
slept soundly a peaceful little girl...

William Mee, I must say you're absolutely right.
I'm divine, and oh so lovely, my face always...

Advanced Poetry Is For Pleasure
Poetry Is Creative Writing...

The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...

We aide the rich,
yet not the poor...

My wife and 4 children
just moved into a small...

The room was that of pastels tainted
with the shimmer of iridescent whites...

"Speak to me of the sea grandfather.&quot...
And he said, "enchanting.&quot...

Born Into December
Some into January...

I'm hiding within this cascading oppression.
your breath carries me away...