Every night I go to the window to look atThe little bud that grows each day.Today it's white like silk.Jasmine is expecting to bloom.I can not wait for daylight.  In the morning, I look to see if it's awake.The bloom...

I bowed down to the demonOne too many timesWhat little soul I have leftseeps into the dead earth Blood trails of hopegathered in a shot glassto taint and warp Beauty is the deceiverand I love to be lied toStaring off into...

The street light buzzes day into nightyesterdays stench lingers in the summer airwrinkles on my face from many days gone byI say goodnight to Kelly Jo as she flips her sign to closedGailan holding onto the hope tomorrow may...

August 31, 1788                                            Cher D.                             The...