Fleur

a budding village
colorful
filled with people
like an orchard
in full bloom.

the women gather
selling fruit and flowers
growing, branching
out to each other,
a network of sturdy limbs.

her hands are smooth,
small
with short, but slender fingers,
hands of a sapling
prized for future harvest.

her hands searching for fruit
trace the curves of apples
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Falling Into Autumn

Autumn
mother nature’s last chance
for a burst of beauty
before hibernation.
bedecked in hues
of orange, red, and brown.
her hair falls and
crumples into dust
under tennis shoes and hunting boots.
skin drying and hardening,
her own winter coat,
while a chill captures
and imprisons former
summer breezes
that smelled of sunshine
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I had a dream the other night. it woke me up in the wee hours of morning. the dream itself wasn't scary, but it kept me up ( Read more... )

i hate this ( Read more... )

She sat down on the couch, all the other chairs were starting to fill up, soon there wouldn't be a seat left. She was friends with some there, but they didn't aknowledge her coming in. So she had found a spot and decided that someone would eventually sit in the spot beside her. The room continued to fill, but the spot beside her remained empty. She ( Read more... )

"Do you like me?" he asked her. It was a cold night outside on that porch, but the sky was clear and the stars were shining, his breath moved in little puffs as he posed the question ( Read more... )

She was frantic. She put her hands to her head and clutched the hair at her temples in disarray. “What am I going to do!” she wailed at the face in the mirror. The face looked back at her, wearing the same panic and confused look that she had. Did her reflection not know the problem that she was going through? It looked so confused. She gave the ( Read more... )

well... my sister is now married... i have a brother-in-law... my little sister almost fell down the steps at the wedding... and i caught the bouqet ( Read more... )

i am very sad and lonely right now. i miss mi prima.

and its not fair that my husband might be in a foreign country waiting for me... not fair at all. that would be my luck wouldn't it?

:(

i hate school.

In the Athenian culture, the father is the master of the house. He is called kyrios. And because he is the master of the house, he has all say in what happens to the members within it. These members are called oikos and include anyone in the house that are related to the master by either blood or allegiance, and include the slaves and servants ( Read more... )