Oh how the time goes by but memories don’t fade. I can hear your voice and the love you gave.   To all your children Throughout your life Sometimes with hardship Sometimes with strife.   From one two three and four five six. You loved…

Saw the cone gnome fixing up a stop sign today and the mailman and a brown box truck but I ponder as a walked past the delivery van’s smile what keep us grinning while they take our cards up cuz the roads need upkeep and…

I miss your laughter and the way you sang out loud. I miss the comfort of your wisdom. The way you held your head so proud. I often wish that we could visit like we did back in the day. I have so many things…

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

Do you remember, Wayne? (an epistolary from long ago) Ann WJ White When your kiss lightly touched my lips, you fled the room back to your world? You left me standing, holding my breath. Suddenly, I was aware you were gone for good, before you…

1 a swing 2 oil 3 a man or a woman or two or three of each 4 candles 5 a house to one’s self, with absolutely zero kids running about This is the place for which one could jump off For an afternoon of…

Dearest Nana, My Chateau is warm today With the shining summer sun Just in time For The Poetry Month! So I write to you this letter To introduce Epistolary Poetry And ask if you will Write back to me too! And also to say that…

Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…

He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…

Its been a while, like three years since you wen out of this world to the unknown, I’m not sure what that must be like, allways think about you as some unreachable being, you live most plagues from the beginnig of twnty century, and you…