Invisible Stories

I stand in the dark, cold, still night, watching, waiting, listening hidden from view. A soft breeze blows, carrying the voices and laughter of people walking by my hidden refuge. Little do they know I am here every night protected and warm. The vent of steam from the laundry floods my area. I create a fresh hovel every night. The cardboard and packing material make a protective place that is comfortable, warm and quiet....

To thisAnd to what my heart longs forI strive to assemble some semblance of emotionSo I might resemble those identical individualsAnd shine with a smile of my ownTo set me apart from the restAnd wake me from this dreamThe very same glass house I wish I could shatterAnd feel the shards cut away my fleshAs I stand gazing upward to the heavensStars aboveI'm praying for your loveThe coldness of space and tears I knowWill neve...

I Take You for My Friend By Carol Sumilas Boshears “Here we are, so cute, Mom says, having tea with Mr. Bunny Stuff himself”. “Oh, come on Lilla, just pour the tea before it gets too cold. I hate cold tea.” “Okay, Rose, give me your cup. Thank you very much. Mr. Bunny Stuff, here’s yours”. *** Now that I’m almost thirteen we have hot chocolate and marshmallows instead and I’m afraid Mr. Bunny whozits, got to be a mess fro...