Death is a Close Friend of Mine

Death is a close friend of mine.I know him well,But I'm still not quite used to the ringing of his bell.He shows up,However unexpected, Cooly, always calm and collected.He perches on my doorLike a bird,Sitting and waiting,Quiet and unheard.His wings lift up black and feathered, quickly and untethered.And away he flaps those wings, all as … Continue reading Death is a Close Friend of Mine

A Box of Buttons

My grandma kepta box of buttons.Inside you could findthe history of 100 years.The history of a woman,a daughter,a wife,a mother.My grandma kepta box of buttons.A box of memoriesof a life well lived.Each button tells its story,it's covered in the memoriesof each place it traveled,each person who it touched.Each button different,some plain,some intricate,some dented, misshapen,or broken … Continue reading A Box of Buttons