A poem about incest.

My cousin Cynthia.

Just a little dialouge I wrote for school. Its about two cousins. Nothing else said.

What it might have been like living in america during 1919.

This was a short little rhyming diddy that I thought some of you may to relate to if you have ever had a cousin like mine.

Dealing with challenges of everyday life.

My week at a private beach with five chilren under the age of 7, seven adults, two dogs, and me, the aquward middle child at age 14.

This is a poem I composed for my cousin plus best friend, who I call my Muffin..

Love lost, such a cost……. Crying for Sean, crying for my sis (cous), crying for Joe, cause I know where he’s been….I been there too….. Crying for everyone, if they only knew…….

crying for my cous,……

A folktale I made up about how the kangaroo got its pouch.