Prompt: Write a poem about a specific place using concrete details. driving up the avenue named Anita, after a holy woman I assume she stretches her arms for a mile north of the 210 the peaks of the foothills press against the autumn blue sky I California curtsy at the familiar stop sign trees stand…
Tag: childhood
What I’m Laughing About Today
The other day over dinner, my friends and I were having book club and talking about bullying. I remembered being bullied in fifth grade, which was pretty bad and still isn’t laughable. But, I also remembered this other instance even further back when a girl used to tease me. I was having trouble recalling just…
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 