by lori | Jan 10, 2016 | Dragons, Here and now, Nature, Neighbors, Poetry, Women
I am tired of this world I’m tired of violence rabid intolerance greed rewarded trodden humans hidden, outright thwarted young lives mangled, ended weapons preferred to soft human flesh I’m tired of being told what to think how to think why I’m wrong... by lori | Feb 11, 2014 | Love, Poetry, Silly
I remember three tiers of kids: the teens, not us, the big kids, us, the little kids, younger sisters, brothers. the older, as groups, always trying to ditch the younger, but as individuals always up to playing with anyone at all willow tree forts where grownups can’t...