Writing

her mail and packages

stacked up

like she’s gone on vacation

like she’ll be back to pick it up

i bet if the postman knew

that the house is forever empty

he would throw it away

like it meant nothing

Nostalgia- poetry or prose, write what makes you feel Nostalgia, and describe what that feeling is to you. Whether its an old childhood toy, a scrap book picture, or a million other things that bring you Nostalgia.

yesterday 
to you i was nine years old 
with a black hurley hat 
that never left my head 
the hat that you would take 
and try to hold it far above 
my reach knowing i could never get it 

The heat was oppressive these last two days. In the house it was unnoticeable, the rooms cooled by the central air conditioning system. But something was off, you could tell.

Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.

Is what I hear from everyone.

where do ripples come from

i wonder

these little 

escalating things 

perhaps they come from

the speed boat 

a few paces out 

sharp short

and jagged 

or maybe