The law, the law. Sometimes I hate the law. Paying taxes for things like axes? The law, the law. Sometimes I love the law. Especially when you add “coles” in front. Coleslaw.
Poetry-Reflections
Portraits of Thirteen
I. I used to confuse coffee grounds with the dirt in flower pots, the earthy scent overtaking the musky flowers. A bird nest lies on a shelf in our garage. I do not have the heart to close our garage door at night, to move the nest: the blue eggs unhatched, cushioned in the leaves— […]
To Those in a Cage
Ravens were my favorite, with their midnight feathers full of mystery, dreams, and the whisper of age-old spirits. I loved the hummingbirds beating their wings at what seemed to be the speed of sound as they sipped sweet nectar, fast and free. Doves reminded me of all of my wishes, of peace and love, of […]
