C.C.

This is sad, I just did it for therapy, my own of course. Four years old... Sign in to see full entry.

Circus. A little girl sat on the board on the back of a wagon that rolled... Sign in to see full entry.

Once when my brain was supple and I couldn't afford paper or ink. I would... Sign in to see full entry.

Advice and Decisions. Her hair was slightly bedraggled. I thought that was... Sign in to see full entry.

POEM Remembering her flower garden. She stood appraising her garden, a... Sign in to see full entry.

A real oldie. Apple blossom sweet and chaste upturned cups of pollen graced... Sign in to see full entry.

The stone of water. It must be a lonely road for a reason as such So narrow... Sign in to see full entry.

Letter What am I writing for? Not simply for the smoothness of your skin.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wasting It was conceivable that she was not embarrassed but one wondered... Sign in to see full entry.

Cloud I was a lonely little cloud floating over dales and hills The Sun... Sign in to see full entry.