after all, she was still young, a neophyte to society.
I hope that someday, a day, good and gay, we will find a panacea for the diseases of the world.
Unwrinkled paper, blank a sheet of white like a layer of fresh new snow, waiting for a tale to tell whether it be by footprints or by charcoal marks. A tale of heroes saving the world from caped villains in shadows on the ocean drowning and on land stumbling. A tale of loss a soul … Continue reading A Tale Told
I cried. I cried because every word they had said was a piece of me ripped off. I cried because I believed them and in all those flaws. I cried because their insults were needles in my skin. I cried because it hurt.
Saturday morning at 9:00, we were frantic. Showering and gulping down breakfast, throwing clothes in our bags, and checking and double-checking to make sure we had the essentials: sunscreen, insect repellent, lots of water, ice, foldable chairs, matches, coal, and a tent. If you haven't already figured it out, we were going camping. Labor Day … Continue reading Camping Day 1
Sand, sand, and sand as far as the eye could see. The softest kind of sand-the type where you can only walk with bare feet, feeling the sand between your toes as your foot sinks into the sand with every step. I stood, digging my right foot into the sand, and then carrying out carefully … Continue reading Sands
Eight year old In a pink heart top Sitting on a grass hill Dead sparrow at her left She does what she thinks is right Little hole in the ground Her nail-beds muddy Delicate fingers under the dead bird Laid down and covered Fourteen year old In a pink sequined top Walking by a … Continue reading Dead Sparrow