I found a heart shape in my watermelon.

You never know what a kid is going to say next.

A haiku about hating watermelons.

Grandma used to make all us kids–me and my cousins–eat watermelon outside. She said it was just too messy in the house.

Cancion sobre la simplicidad de la vida cotidiana.

Exactly what it sounds like.

About loving a woman.

I miss my Summer garden in the Winter time.

What is the value of anything that exist? In order to better find out I put my feet in the shoes of a watermelon to find its value.