A Year

Four seasons to comeBloom, Grow, Wither, RebirthA year has gone by.

Interests

I have my interestsYou may or may not like them,But they’re mine, not yours.

Untitled

Henry scooped up the stray cat he brought from the golf camp from the floor. The gray cat licked him…

Onions

Onions are the starsOf many dishes and cuisinesThey make us weepBut are also very sweetTangy bulbs with hidden foldsWhite, yellow,…

Distopian

Rena’s father is the CEO of the company “he” created back in the day. The company had worshiped him, and…