I want to be that person
the one who gracefully gets out of a pool
and their wet hair looks like an Herbal Essences ad
or a beach photo shoot

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
I want to be that person
the one who gracefully gets out of a pool
and their wet hair looks like an Herbal Essences ad
or a beach photo shoot
My parents were always looking for adventures for us. Growing up in Boron, a small Mojave desert town, about an hour from the nearest incorporated city could easily lead to boredom. There were no movie theatres, no malls, not even a chain grocery store to entertain us. The population of about two thousand only accounted for one small food mart and three family-owned restaurants. So, when John suggested taking us up Saddleback Mountain my mother and father jumped at the opportunity of something new.
A signature is like a floating head above the water What you see from the shore is enough to call help.
Don’t bring me near the cat
because you think you can fly away.
I’m nothing but a doll to you,
but I have human skin and eyes,
I didn’t really want to write anything very long, and I didn’t feel I was cut out for a novel. Instead, I started going to poetry slams, reading poems that I wrote out of humor and for fun.
The room was advertised as a sun-filled, spacious double with inbuilt wardrobes and the listing included photos of a bed frame with sagging timber slats, an off-kilter hills hoist in a concrete back yard, and a narrow linoleum kitchen. No couples, pets or smoking. Available immediately and no references required.