We ran and played until the night; Our shouts rang out across the beach, And though exhausted, wanted more, As headed to our houses, each Would say aloud, “I wish we’d stayed.” To parents smiling in the front, Before we fell asleep ere long, And dreamed of trick, and tale, and stunt And words repeated, … Continue reading "Incantation"

Unsad Boy

Boys lose much The day they first learn Not to cry

The moon gave me stories…

The moon gave me stories, The stars gave me dreams, The dreams told me, “everything Is not as it seems.” I know the message more and more Those planets tried to send: That though we’re in the story, We do not write The end


I was a serious first grader.