Where To Begin.

This is a sad story of a young girl, lame due to polio and left alone in a room considered harbinger of ill omen…

A poem by Francis Day.

The term of confinement doesn’t seem to come to an end.

Nearly everything you want to know about a person is given away in their eyes.

Poem.

The history of window blinds.

A couch as a magic carpet ride.

A made up story.
A person waiting in for expected post.

This was a creative challenge, had friends submit words or phrases that they wanted me to use in a poem and I made them a writing out of it…