Ready to Sleep {a poem}

Ready to Sleep At the crack of first morning, the sun bleeds through holes in blinds, like a laser, hits my eyes. Wincing, I rise, smooth down hair, straighten covers, stumble on wilted feet. I am small; the world is looming. I am old; the day is young. The morning is...

Loss to Life

The Five Minute Friday writing prompts challenge a different writing muscle… to write off the cuff, no editing, on a different prompt each week. Give it a try… I’ve enjoyed them. You can find them at the Gypsy Mama. Today’s prompt is...