I Expected Mark Twain and Met Muffin Instead

I spent last Friday afternoon wandering the streets of downtown alone while I waited to meet with a friend. The skies were sunny, but a balmy breeze made it not unbearably hot. My goal was to do some people-watching and then take a selfie with this statue of Mark Twain that sat on a bench…

Poeming Again–“Table for One”

she’s sitting at a table for one alone in a crowded room watching the whirling couples go by as they dance in the light of the moon she’s weary of waiting, of watching in silence from the shadows on the outside looking in a snowglobe filled with people in love separated by invisible glass as…

Flower Nineteen: Heath–Solitude

Emma   I thought about Heath’s answer for days after that.  How could I just be Emma when Marcus didn’t even want to see Emma?  When we met in the hallways at school, he completely brushed past without a word.  He stopped coming to our lessons, and the other thieves had to cover for him…

Flower Thirteen: Manchineel Tree–Betrayal

Emma   That night was the formal ball, where we would be forced to mingle with the rich and powerful, hoping to catch their attention and gain connections.  Not everyone signed up for the convention was invited to this ball.  Only the families of the perfume company CEOs, but certainly not the employees on the…