the ugly writers

Gypsy Cabin Blues

Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls, she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold. Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.

I miss her

I miss her. Good old Facebook took me down memory lane today. It brought up a video a friend made of me from high school. It’s pretty embarrassing but for some reason, it made me incredibly emotional. I felt this…

Yellows and Rainbows

Maggie, the white cat Yawns softly Rests on my tummy And sleeps. I stroke her fur. Feeling yellows And rainbows In my ribcage. I smile. The yellows And rainbows. They were blurred images Of memories I haven’t visited In awhile.