A time Capsule- Poem 5   A living memory to carry on When I am gone beyond A life jacket to save me When I fly and am no more Horse carriage and treasures   A memory of my likes and dislikes My ceremony of…

In the Dressing Room: A Prose Poem #7/24 “We still have a pay phone back by the three bathroom stalls with the doors removed cause someone got caught smoking weed or doing coke or something else equally bad in there but the girls in this…