Posts tagged with: August 16

My nascent, parsimonious Summer.

Each Summer morning, nascent words I skim. Letters are budding, sentences forming. Through my parsimony, papers I've trimmed for digital words, I have never heard. Across my phone screen my thumbs are flicking, all the while longing for ink stained fingers, resorting... Read More

An Ode to Swiffer

S is for Swiffer, don't call it a mop. When I also sweep, I come out on top. I love using you, to help clean my floors. Friends they are amazed, such an... Read More