My Room

My Room

It is four-walled, my room. A window sealed with glass closed in with space defined by brick and lime. A room, not distinctive like any other you can find in a suburban house sitting pretty on a tree-lined street.   There was a time when the walls were real,...
My Room

Bleeding Smile

I saw her floating along, like a feather in the air. Spying on the hills and valleys, whispering to the flowery alleys, sharing a secret to her allies.   Again she swam along the sky. As her acquaintances passed by, she smiled, to everyone on the way. She smiled...