Pretty Cool Poetry is back! It’s been a while, but this week I’m back with one of my own poems. Actually, it’s a series of poems I wrote about a…
She went on the trip by herself. She found her way around town by herself. She ate dinner by herself. She got tickets to the game and walked through the…
I wrote a little something once about being single. And it went something like this… I love an unexpected treasure, and I was gifted with one this past weekend. The…
She didn’t have high hopes. She never did anymore. But still, when he entered the dimly lit bar and she saw his small frame and much older appearance, she couldn’t…
For months she trained, ate pounds of broccoli, woke up when the skies were still dark. And that day she suffered through 26.2 miles and accomplished her goal. But she…
He’s not good with plants. His ex-girlfriend’s tiny ivy plant died in a month. The lavender plant his mom dropped off didn’t make it two days. But this one that…
Three summers ago she bought them. She’d envisioned nights out as colorful as the flowers on these shoes. And there’d be dates, the shoes a perfect complement to a summer…
Where had all those miles taken her? Most were to work. A few for late night cookies. Others were trips to see the family and dinners out with friends. 11,532…
Why was it easy for everyone else to find a husband, boyfriend—or heck—even a date? What was the key to attracting a man amidst all the girls slutting it up…
She watched from above and imagined lazily lounging on the deck of a boat. When the hot sun warmed her skin to perfection, she’d jump into the liquid sea glass…
The room looks as it had five years ago—vacant and full of promise. She’d hoped to fill all the emptiness, but she’s remained lonely, clinging to the remote control for…
It was just a jacket. Most people probably wouldn’t have even noticed nor cared about such a mundane detail. But I noticed. Right away. I saw it long before I…
#YesThisIsTrue
Love is the younger sister of Patience, Courage, and Beauty. She depends on her older sisters for survival; they feed her and clothe her. Love can be a difficult sibling,…
Crazy how you make it all alright, Love. You quench my heart, and you quench my mind– All I could hope is to have you. I was kissing you, you…
There’s a scene in commercials or in movies or in television shows where a guy or girl is standing somewhere in the world and there’s just a blur of action…
For the longest time, the secret of Santa’s identity was a mystery. My brother thought he’d figured it out one year when we were small. After Santa visited our house,…
I closed my eyes last night, and a brightly-colored picture appeared. I sit nervously in the front seat of that red Datsun. My hand holds the door handle, then my…
I love a first kiss. Who doesn’t, right? Here is Mallory’s first kiss, from my (sadly) unpublished manuscript Lottery Girl. We found a spot, and he pulled me close, wrapping…
Today I wish I only had sixteen years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. If I was only sixteen, I’d still have hope, that youthful hope…
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