In the excavation of a closet packed with my siblings’ left-behind belongings I found a floppy disk carefully labeled in my sister’s middle school hand (bubble letters were all the rage) which read: PRIVATE: do not read!!! Perhaps if I was the kind of sister…

Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors – reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged…

You try and try to stay alive! But, none can beat the sun. Just lay a strip for miles and miles In stone we’ve laid before. Some brilliant child of how’s and why’s Will know how to explore. It’s up to us to educate And…

i didn’t say it back. i think that i thought that i felt it & if i said it i’d mean it but i wanted to give her more than words; she deserved that. so i wrapped my words in fear and hesitance. and made…

If ever there was a moment any moment, in which I was not myself, that moment pushed us each away from the other. I am she who is not, yet I am eternal; a child of one who is.

As blurring as heart’s broken tears, As blinding as the first kiss. As wild as that last fight, As soothing as the one you miss. As tempestuous as a bridal veil, As calm as the silver in her hair. As transient as that flicker of…

If I said I didn’t miss travel – I’d be lying. I love vacations! But I don’t like flying. I’ll tell you why I hate to fly. It’s not because I think I’ll die. Sure, it’s safe. I know we’ll make it. It’s the other…

yes. it is a sickness to leave no holes in walls. a note: leaving holes in the shape of fists is a related separate sickness; perhaps they will be cross-referenced in the next DSM. when you yell and it breaks nothing or not enough or…

He was huge, my guardian Sent my way by who knows who Big people no doubt. Concerned with my safety, no doubt. Or perhaps concerned I might explode? Who knows… Mountains of molehills if that be the case. I am not like the terds not…

Oh Mother Earth, what’s with this wind? It’s summer now, and time to send the twilight heat, not rain and hail! I had to turn the heater on and with a blanket keep my tootsies warm! The winter snow to no avail Is months away!…