Poetry
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Coffee Cup Moments
Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns ... -
Forgive or Hold On
A tightening pain grips my chest with all its mightA downturned smile stubbornly sticks to my faceMy eyes are too heavy to behold his ... -
My Daddy Was a Gardener
My daddy was a gardener His basil got taller than me. Everything smelled like pizza as shaggy bunches dried. I grew up on the ... -
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Cinnamon Toast
a bowl of cereal, and a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts our streetlamp posts are receiving new globes down the village road there ... -
Halloween Night 1990: A Memory
In 1990, Halloween’s enchanting spell Cast its magic over our Southern communityLike a sweet-smelling mist that fills the air, and makes your heart beat fast with ... -
When All is You
All around me is redAll around me smells freshAll around me is youAll around me is new When it storms, and the tides riseWhen ... -
Part of your world
Am I part of your world?I must be dreaming. Am I worthy of your touch?Here you are, holding mewithin the palm of your hand. ...
