Number 10: A Poem

  I am walking home.   Strange that this place This huge city with its Screaming sirens And constant thrum of activity Has come to be that place called "home."   I watch as my feet cover the distance Between here - where I am And there - where I will be, Step by step... Continue Reading →

Number 6: A Poem

For Emily, who didn't have coloring books   Her mother wouldn’t let her have coloring books for fear that she would learn to color within the lines. Instead, she gave her blank white pieces of paper and charcoal pencils and watercolors.   Sometimes, she envied her friends for the ease of their predetermined lines, the... Continue Reading →

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