Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…

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…

“He stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.”…

I remember searingly when I need to and when I don’t days of youthful summers grandparent’s lake home woodlands of northern Minnesota Only child only grandchild given free rein to roam explore discover understand all on my own terms I remember searingly when I need…

It was a strange magical evening, the fireflies danced with the stars. Flitting just with in the treeline, they zoomed around the cottage. The nightly heat filled us with lethargy; our young bodies glistening in the dark. Holding tight to empty porridge bottles, waiting, in…

You play with me Around the house In the bushes In the garden You chase me Like a treasure I‘m your treasure It is happiness In its best memories We are innocent And playful You chase me And I laugh When you try to kiss…

Moon lit walks and late night talks, By the lake side, or where we reside, Fond of the glory of our youth and summer nights spent aloof, We often dreamt of another place and space. You made a canopy for me, in your heart and…

Did I come to this, A seeker of thrills? An heiress of my father’s pastimes Faced with an uncertain future,    A seeker of thrills? Adventurous and naïvely dancing Braving with fate. Always was mature for my age   Adventurous and naïvely dancing Begotten of my mortality Always…