I still hear your song
weaving through the wild blue skies -
oh, how missed you are
About the Creator
ASHER
Writer, poet, dreamer, all around mess.
This is for you, the fellow humans who call themselves baggage & broken edges, and for those who dare to love them.
One Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler8 days ago in Fiction
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