by amba | Nov 12, 2022 | Uncategorized
Let me close my eyes at the end of a day in the hills doors open breezes blow in scent of pine and clean air has no unnatural smell here and I hear an owl calling in the trees marking his territory looking for dinner as I drift off to...
by amba | Nov 6, 2022 | In the hills, nature, southeast Ohio
Cabin in the woods always trapping mice every night the ritual traps with peanut butter placed in the basement check them in the morning a good night three traps two mice I load the traps in the car we are going for a ride I take them to the astronomy park far enough...
by amba | Nov 3, 2022 | intimate moments, life, Love, sensual
He spoke love poems to me all the time they were in his words and his hands his lips and his body and all the things he did captured here by me in my poetry
by amba | Nov 1, 2022 | Young and Old
Still babes I owned their stories I could make him their father a bum or a prince anything I chose human
by amba | Oct 29, 2022 | Young and Old
A tug of war that never ends children on one side parents on the other children growing up pulling away having their own lives later aging parents now pulling their end trying to hold onto...
