Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo A cool grey morning after the school bus pulls away and I am sitting on the cold damp rocking chair on the porch, Sipping lukewarm tea. Watching the crows yell information at each other; They keep a beady eye on me as they eat our breakfast crusts. The blanket on the chair was precious, … Continue reading The Birds and the Bees
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Mess I am a mess inside my head, ideas roam about like cattle chased by dogs and men. Constant fear and fullness Hold the world near to me. My voice stops at my mouth, held british tight no weakness. Pour spirits thru my teeth, my very own sweet mouth, will weaken, face redden, eyes … Continue reading More Poetry from a Dusty File