You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.
Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.