Decomposing

In autumn when leaves blanket my yard I hope unlike most others for rain before I rake The added mess of raking wet leaves is much preferred for it hastens their decay and olfactory air Intoxicating I inhale my youth forest floor of Hanson’s woods…

C’est la vie, no

There once was a time a long, not forever ago when a girl told me a secret not shared with just anyone but she and I were a thing and she was the first, of a sort and what she told me shouldn’t have made…

Indelicate deflection

The first heart I ever broke was my own you could call it a ricochet I’ll go with stupid   though immature is a reasonable copout when I am feeling self-charitable   at nineteen, we were in love – not lust well defined lines obeyed…