Waiting for a raise, or else?

In truth I don’t what color it is or even what it is dare I call love or even lust, hell a feeling I’m not worth of. It’s Not Gray… I’m not a little girl or whatever else you want to call me and you say this isn’t love so why don’t you fill me in.

I have not fallen.

Another creative writing assignment. I was told to write something about colors. I wrote a poem. Took me about five minutes.

Short poem.

A poem about the death of a blue-eyed woman. It is metaphorical poem, really only signifying the death of her soul rather than the body.

28 of 50 haiku poems written on Friday, July 1, 2011 to document the day my husband had surgery. Each haiku deals with something that was around me that day from the time I left that morning until we were home and finally went to sleep.

A brief explanatory article discussing ways to defend oneself against Mothman.

A poem.

Sometimes you feel just like a cold and gray day…