The Purple Box

The Purple Box

This is a piece generated in the Writer’s Studio and a first in a series of poems and flash fiction that will be published on this blog throughout the year. A new year and new goals. Thanks for reading. There was a time when things held meaning for me as if they kept...

One Hour Poetry: Mommy–The Grumpy Hag

This morning I remember, tiny birds outside my window with enormous chirps that rang in my head throughout the night or perhaps at sunrise  I really couldn’t say and I was chosen  by a nocturnal house-fly whose only orbit was my head as it buzzed in my ear my...