The Lenoir Voice
by Abigail Taylor
Three Serious Adults
Last night, three serious adults
danced to pop songs in my living room.
Down half a bottle of Jameson, 173 more words
3 days, 6 hours ago
she dreamed of being the perfect housewife,
with a white picket fence
and cookies in the oven;
neighborhood children coming round
and happy laughter and rising above… 212 more words
2 weeks, 6 days ago
Jen Lean | Wellness-Wayfinder-Soul-Seeker
2 weeks of 4 am wake up calls and this mumma is pretty tired!
Not a long winded blog today.
No ideas about how to improve today. 73 more words
1 month ago
rise up from the ashes of who you have been.
rise up, i say to you – rise up, rise up again!
let the person you were stay right there – 67 more words
we all have skeletons in our closets,
with strong bones and socket eyes
that can look straight into your soul.
we all have a door thats locked, 214 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
Horse trailers make me cry and
you can fit a lot of memories in a wheelbarrow.
A hundred different songs
can feed a hundred thousand souls… 147 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
She says he says mean things
and the man in the nice shirt says
you have to get out or he’ll kill you –
eventually; 151 more words
2 months ago