Midnight? When I was younger, midnight was a hazard. A horror. So, midnight? What made midnight so frightening as a child? Was it the tales of Bloody Mary, ghosts, and spectral beings which confounded me? Probably. I remember hearing from a kid in 4th grade that if you look into a mirror, say "Bloody Mary" … Continue reading Midnight?
Remember the woods in our backyard? It always scared us, then and again When our dreamy, exploring minds Craved fantasy and wonder. I can't imagine a yard without life Breath, Wind, Sun, Space abound Childhood creativity impossible Without room to grow Spaces to fill with predictions Amass the ideas into a collective And share with … Continue reading Plain
Sunlight is overrated Bury it, bury it deep below Into a small cardboard box Of childhood memories Not a kid anymore, not now It's time for change Stubborn satisfaction flew away Bury the light, bury the light The spot behind the swing-set Is nice and dry, aching for you To feed it the rain, the … Continue reading Bury the light