Tag: Poetry & Prose

Listen. Look. Feel.

Look. Listen. Feel. A poetry collection from childhood.

There

I spent my childhood moving from one location to another. Family to family, home to home, school to school. Adjust, then readjust. Make friends, then say goodbye. Start over. Be the new girl. Then do it all again. It’s easy to tell ourselves that the next place will be better than this one. Sometimes it is, sometimes it’s not. In the end, we find paradise within.

Grandma’s Rocking Chair

The Works of Erin Galloway; January 13, 1995.

I Caught Myself

I Caught Myself

There is Gold Here and I Intend to Find It

May we be determined, this year, to find our gold.

Weep

I still sit and weep.

Like A Child

Like a Child. A poem from 13.

Cracked Closets – Your Kiss

Cracked Closets.

The Meaning is the Learning

The Meaning is the Learning. A poem from 13.

Moonlight

Young love. A poem from 13.

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