The flame that burns out its fuel does not endure to witness the rebirth that springs from the ashes. It has done its part. Another creature will yield the result; Another life will benefit when the original flame is long mute and exhausted. -kerry e mckenna
Tag: poem
THERE THERE
Because. I wanted to. Because I tried to prove that I could. Because I had something to offer Because I was unbeatable. Because I was newly divorced. Because I needed something to do. Because my father had died. Because I needed a rest. Because it was about damn time. Because I had turned 41. Because… Continue reading THERE THERE
Southern Summer
It's time for an oldie and a goodie for today, my friends. It's terribly hot throughout the United States, and in honor of this, you guessed it, a poem about a hot summer. Enjoy with your favorite iced beverage or skinny dip. Don't drown your computer, as they tend to fuss. SOUTHERN SUMMER A swelling… Continue reading Southern Summer
AWAY
Morning wishing away time sprawling longing tartan pipes rising ghostly cold glens at thirty thousand feet remedies running late want ad text frozen lips canned food a stiff two blocks away drawn ruddy by foreign language as any Oscar-winning film Coffee cures the need quite nicely my last dollar… Continue reading AWAY
