Mask Poem
CAT AT MIDNIGHT by April Halprin Wayland Night. She pads out to the porch, I hide. “Come sleep with me,” she says, while turning off the light. I wait. She goes to bed. Then mastering my fright, I slink inside. I’m careful where I tread I tiptoe past his plate and cross a rope he’s […]
Villanelle
Did I pretend? Perhaps a dream…or was it true?
Thirteen. I was thirteen. It was July.
I swear I didn’t make it up…that night I flew.
Generosity
For this Friday’s post, I needed a poem about generosity.
Birthday Boy
I was born underwater
and they thought I’d be a daughter.
Surprise! A boy!
Riddle
I was in a waiting room. Waiting. So I pulled out my favorite pen. The barrel is pink but the ink is not. I adore this pen beyond reason. I found it abandoned a few month ago, and ever since I adopted it, my heart goes all pitter-pattery when I zip open my backpack and see it.