LITTLE RED CABOOSE (WPC: Tiny)

Toys sit in the bins in disarray, moldy and sad the hands that caressed them are never around the mind that send them to wondrous tours no longer turned nor propelled their gears The tracks have been broken there are no more tickets to neverland Toys and child have reached that most dreaded time –Continue reading “LITTLE RED CABOOSE (WPC: Tiny)”

MEMORIES OF A TROPICAL RAIN (for DVERSE and Poetry Jam)

The cracked earth hissed at the touch of rain, dust rose like smoke from the ground. The musk of loam hang heavy in the air while heat trapped the breath in our lungs. Thunder rumbled in the distance and rattled the walls of our house The rain that fell through holes in the roof weContinue reading “MEMORIES OF A TROPICAL RAIN (for DVERSE and Poetry Jam)”

SUMMER’S NAP

Still… the very air was still hiding in the shade of the trees waiting for the cooling breeze. A metal symphony played on the rusty tin roof above me while the sunbeams streamed through my fingers as I sprawled on the mat over cracked red concrete fighting the afternoon nap prescribed by my zealous motherContinue reading “SUMMER’S NAP”