time, once upon a

Posted on October 8, 2009 by riverwriter

A little boy and a little girl
lived in a house with a
little jelly jar that slept
high in the kitchen cupboard
under its little cardboard lid.

The little jelly jar had a
magical ability Continue reading →

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newbie

Posted on October 7, 2009 by riverwriter

The new singers land in the chorus
like fledgling birds on the field
after rain and sun have driven
everything up for grabs.

He sings beside me, puzzling
over the unfamiliar sheet music,
finding a note, then losing it;
taking flight, then Continue reading →

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party

Posted on October 6, 2009 by riverwriter

From the moment we were alone in the room
after everyone else had left, we knew that
something wonderful had been affirmed.
The huge table littered with empty
coffee cups and wine glasses,
plates, cutlery, used napkins,
chairs straggling around the table,
marking the edges of conversations Continue reading →

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