Your sisters' red skirts swish and crackle as they giggle and whisper together secretively behind little chubby hands, their little golden ringlets bobbing every time they take a step. “Come on, hurry up!” you call back to them. You don’t want to be late to the park and have your friends gone by the time … Continue reading Once in the Woods

I began this poem a little differently than how it is now. It began with the first line of every stanza coming second, and the second coming first. The third line would be after the fourth too. I hope you understood that. But once I read over the poem, I thought it would work the … Continue reading From Prairie to City