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the house I

the house I

Standing inside my home, I heard you walk along the path The garden strewn with life’s history, the yard, an aftermath I called, ‘whose there?’ and shivered, so long since someone hath tread the stones along the river – briny, burbling wrath You spoke to me of freedom, of liberated longings to be You spoke […]

do you remember?

do you remember?

do you remember carefree days of old? when the breeze was a friend, bringing comfort when the flowers smelled so good do you remember? watching bird on wing how your mind flew with them? coasting on thermals of imagination secure and content in the moment? do you remember? friends for life holding hands laughing in […]

buckeye street

buckeye street

She was tired. I could tell by her drooping mouth and the careless slinging of shoes there was no love in the house tonight. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter to me. I was strong, I was smart, I had my own room and my own radio and I didn’t need her to talk to […]