August 2018

Tick tock tick, the sound of old momma’s wall clock,A harsh reminder of the draining power of my favorite gadget.The loud whirl of a wind

I saw him, who my heart desired and lusted,Who had my heart skipping several beats,Him whose appearance had me glued to my spot,And who had

She had a father who was less of a parent to them,And who proved more of a sperm donor each day.A father who valued domestic