Down the steep drop-off to sea
without plummeting.
Every Writer
This is about me
His gift to me: a concealed mirage in an urban wasteland,
tucked away behind Taco Bell and...
Outside, Inside by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson On the outside, I smile. I socialize, I laugh, I have a...
The milk you gave me was skim. I wanted two percent, I would've even taken one.
Pale mountains in the examining room
Scoops of ice cream from the A & P
Cold and hard peaks,...
Much noise there is
when two sprightly streams
bump into each other, bringing forth
think of warm baked bread
melting butter with crunchy crust
think of casseroles one after the other
Refinishing the round oak table
refinished twenty years ago
I stroke the grain so gently
the pattern gets under my...
Sometimes
I just disappear
into the patterns
