You know those flowers you picked for me? The ones that rested on the windowsill since spring? They’re nearly dead. Only a few pale yellow petals hold on, their cup full– of spidery threads woven around moldy stems.
Playground in May, stormy day, rain clouds come to play, you didn’t stay. Try to remember, easy to forget living in the light there’s no time for regret. Before day breaks, the sun sets. Leaves wither, yellowing in spring, they spiral dying before they feel sunshine. I can’t remember, I am already and always forgetting. […]
An article from the Waterloo/Cedar Falls Courier. Alex Lemons was a friend and classmate of mine. I will be visiting the lemon tree that was planted in his memory at our middle school soon because a new school has been built nearby. Our old elementary school has been torn down. The last time I remember […]
[sitting in a hospital bed with a ragged pink bunny, talking out loud] Ever since I was little I slept with a stuffed rabbit. I have had Jellybean for as long as I can remember, he was a gift from my godparents. I had a zoo of stuffed creatures situated strategically around my small bed, […]