Poetry, Writings

Breathe

All feels so stagnantwhat a stale tomorrow brings,we are off-the-wallstill, lift the blind and windowstill, let in light and fresh air Today, a national emergency has been declared. Starting Monday all schools are closed in Ohio. No fans, no audiences, no crowds allowed. No toilet paper! Everything is so strange right now. Tanka31 Syllables5-7-5-7-7

Poetry

French Toast

It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast