Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
You’ve gone away now, All I can think of is your face, The games we played, The snuggled conversations, Light of your dark brown eyes,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
The stars sing above me, Cold lights of eternity, And here I am on this globe, One small thought, But a breath in stillness,
"Look at old white belly teasing that dog." "That's not 'old white belly', dad. That's Neko, and he looks like he's wearing a suit."
By Jamye Sharp2 years ago in Fiction
A loud whistle in the darkness. I could hear the train coming before I saw it. Slow creaking sounds. It was big. This wasn't my train.
