the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.


November 2017

Share Your World – 11/13/2017

Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes? I do! When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light? I light... Continue Reading →

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

One Drive at a Time

Tensely shivering in my igloo exhaust, I wonder how long this defrosting will take. But then I allow my mind to get lost and my shoulders happily seize the break. I regain time by zipping through yellows, though I don't... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Love, not anyone.

It's likely I'll love you more than any other admirer has. Does it scare or make you refrain? or serenade you for my hand? I belt it out with fierce belief, like a girl before any grief. I will not... Continue Reading →

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