Sitting in a forgotten greenhouse Watching the rain fall in sheets against the glass I can’t help but wonder How it feels to stand in the storm   In my memories It is always summer Sticky hot and sickly sweet Bursting with life in every…

cw: none It learned how to use wings to fold origami out of thick paper. The canary doesn’t remember how it first learned, just that it knew that somehow, it needed to be useful. Now, it writes its own words onto parchment made out of…

I’ve waited here forever. Cold, dark, dank, I’ve waited here a year, or maybe a week, a voice hushed by the riverbank. Long gone, long silent. They never saw his face, how the light shaved him into less and the night gave him body, depth…

You bloomed like the sun   A small speck that took over my heart. Wailing, I heard you whisper in my ear: It’s never okay. Let you hair shine, blown throughout the wind. Scatter thoughts, petals left untouched. He loves me, he loves me not….

The coffee pot’s empty! Oh, what a tragedy! Who could that monster be— To empty the pot and not make more coffee? And right there! A clue I find That would lead me to That inhumane fiend Grease on the handle I think I know…

The flowers you gave me are still here. Still beautiful in a room that captures light as if it were a wren uncomfortable in such a small space flying into the glass and its double-paned barrier again and again.

Slowly, he pokes his head around the door Gathering as much courage as he can, Until enveloped in safety, He inches closer to the opening crawling on his belly nosing his way forward inch by anxious inch. until his nose, on his paws hang over…

Is there a more noble profession than a teacher? Constructing the minds of a new generation Architects of lesson plans, Philosophers of education Janitors of muck and grime, Laborer of politics Patience of a saint, discipline of a general Every role is another job and…

She’s a brave, vibrant girl with golden, bouncy curls bears and foxes walk while she skips and talks.   Not just talk, she sings a strange tune that rings other animals follow into parks and woody hollows.   Why they heed her sweet voice yet…

It was in the sink. A tiny black cricket. Just a baby, really. But, I hate crickets. So, I got a napkin. And folded it around him. To take him outside. But, he hates outside. So, into the air he flew. Not on the floor….