Oh there you are you checky child In amongst the many tongues The place where my child hood lives A story telling hidy hole The clothes silks from the east The jewels from the continent Wooden chests caved intricately of musses dancing wildly I d…

You may know everything about your closet Unless it has a door in which case, you will find that your closet may hold anything. Anything Because You Don’t Know What’s Behind The Door Oh, you may think you know, but you don’t know For Sure…

2pm. Poem 12. Pantry Closet She taught through her actions not words. She showed silently, “There is not enough unless there are two or three of each of everything” This was the scarcity of living on the other side of the tracks in the ’30’s……

Closets are a wonder and a terror, both – for childhood A place for them to hide, or monsters – or even both? A place to explore clothes, identities, and social roles in innocent dress-ups To imagine who you might be, who your family are,…

You’ll got to do what you got to do, And so, life will present one for you. A symbol of you, And what you present, Is what life will present to you. Karma is a shadow, Following you around, It’s a full circle, Up and…

The closet in the room once held the dresses Zack refused to wear Of course, he was a little girl then but had I known then what was going on, he could have been spared some amount of grief   Once he opened the closet…

It was a closet, but not just any closet The wall at the back was fake And you could push it to the side If you knew the special way Behind the wall were treasures Stacked up decades high Shelves and shelves of memories Were…

The spiders weave their mandalas between plants and trees and blades of grass. Their magic visible only when touched by the sun.

“Lover, will you please hang up my sweater?” “Of course, I will. In the bedroom or in here?” He pointed to the small closet located in the corner of the living room. I said that one would be fine. Our little visitor was listening, completely…

Boxes of memories on every shelf. Whole lives she’d packed away. She didn’t dare open them. She had moved on. But she couldn’t face the loss. Until one January in the cold light of the first full moon. She emptied the closet built a fire…