Faded doors, Faded lives. Hearts will always sacrifice The things we want, The things we need, And at the end, Our hearts impede This lie we live Of up and down And all
I’m looking back, As I oft do when thinking of you And I wonder, Are you remembering those times, too? If I asked you, what would you say? I’m looking back,
Still here a child of the mud and meadow With sunshine curls and eyes of darkest pine There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow. With feet that dance unclad
LET ME OUT! June felt a screech rise from the back of her head. She pinched her eyes shut and shook her head irritably. Stacks of order forms and their meaningless words swam
I was exhausted, but my excitement gave me an energy I had never known before. My eyes were glued to the silver shape that hung in the blackness like a diamond on black
“That dress is much too heavy for you. Give it to me.” Deirdre snatched the violet silk gown from Cynthia’s arms. “But it’s mine. My father gave that to me.” Cynthia
“Rusty, where does this spatula go?” I held up a heat-weathered and browning object of undetermined age, perfect for flipping ham in a skillet. Rusty, a heat-weathered and browning object himself, unbent himself