Rose’s Sestina It was July. Trees were green. Grandma sat on the porch smoking and arguing with Pop about forever. Although, there isn’t much to tell a grown man, they learn lessons best from time. I resented her for wasting words. I only love Jesus more than words and on
Stay at Your Best You’ll never know how brave you are until you’re broke. That’s when your best ideas come about. Your beautiful mind finally acknowledges and believes something of substance sits behind your eyes of brown. Is the banana rotten because it’s brown? It might be sweeter.