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Tag Archives: writing
06.26.19
In heat– A slice of sunlight Creeps through the curtains, Marking the bed sheet before us. Hot, heavy Hand holding At dawn.
6.24.19
Early mornings, Late nights, Long days And Short episodes of love.
06.17.19
Full Moon, Full bloom, Today I am one year older.
6.14.19
The birds begin chirping at 4 The sun rises at 5 Though, on a Satutday Our city sleeps until noon. So, the birds go unheard, The sun waits, unnoticed.
06.10.19b
I hid from a boy I loved Not in fear of him But of the sight Of my reflection in his eyes. Though, it was I who couldn’t see clearly. Soon, I realized the nights I had prayed for love God had answered me over and over again By sending me to myself. But, I…
06.10.19
Why live in fear, When you can live in faith?
5.26.19
Quiet contemplation Of things unsaid And tender moments. Elation, joy, And pinics with friends. The sun heat of the sun, The chill of the rain, The nibble and bite of the month of May.
5.23.19
How life’s beauty Soars across a spectrum: Silence for some, And song for others. Suddenly, Green and blue share a similar hue– A rainbow of sisters– So lovely.
5.13.19
I found $100 today. That’s the most I’ve ever found. I also saw my brother, Kevin, as the streetcar pulled into St Clair Station. I was thinking about him a stop before the station. I heard he had a daughter. What was she like? She should be four now. They say brothers of brothers have…
