Poetic Prose

I would be the laughter sitting on the bench blown at by the sea of which you will gain rest. The staircase…

A lady in a polka dot dress and wide brim hat walks by; maybe she thinks she is Mrs. Vanderbilt Whitney, the…

I am known as the town’s harlot.Sadly, many don’t care that myreal name is Charlotte; a police…

She covered her private parts at the bath house. Mineral water filled a tub, centuries old.She felt…

Pleaded on a phone for a miracle – you had held your hands on my eyes and I still see – but it wasn’t me who…

No one noticed when she fellthrough ice.A white picket fence keepsme away.I feel your wings .…

There was no touching,or cuddles, no wrappingof tiny fingers around her own,no legs kicking, or…