He just thought it was funny that so many people had fallen asleep in the same place, like it was a nap park.
My First Writer’s Talisman
Proof and hope.
Old Growth
Some manipulations are complicated. Adult me knows that now.
Mine, All Mine
Mine. All mine.
Seamed With Gold
My scars are seamed with gold.
Wild Roses at Recess
searching for the danger of being on the outside.
Daisy Petals
This is how my happiness works. It’s all internal.
The Nativity Without Her
Without her, there would be no baby Jesus at all.
After Christmas
When a child thinks they have something you want, it becomes valuable.
Snowflakes Like Doilies
Seeing their childlike joy still in full effect showed me where I got that from.
Jasmine on the Grave 