When I’m Old

When I’m old, I’ll let my hair grow long and I won’t ever dye it again. I’ll buy a motorcycle. My tresses will be at mid-thigh when I put on my aqua pants and magenta leather jacket. I’ll cram my helmet atop my head and yell, “Weehoo!” as I jump on my bike. I’ll fly … Continue reading When I’m Old

Windows

I tossed the courting clothing on the bed and looked out the window at the garden. It was in the front yard along the avenue. The tips of Bleeding Heart leaves formed curlicues, from which dew hung like shining beads. Do I get dressed and go to the parlor? Or do I do the modern … Continue reading Windows