Sitting here feeling warm Watching the sun shine on my arm Without a job I have more time The cost is starting to cross the line Do the chores clean the house, This place is quiet as a mouse! The snow is melting outside the door As winter passes like the year before. Many changes the year has brought Many lessons have been taught. Back to the kitchen to make a meal, Wearing an apron & stiletto heels 12/5/2005 12:36 PM

Young and beautiful Smart and cute Sneaky and coy Outgoing and obvious Polite and honest Soft and subtle Wiling and able Young and foolish Watch for signs Lying and deceiving Heartless and cold Thoughtless and rude Sluttish and bitchy Here and there, Sometimes like you.

Acutely Ironic A bird writes a sonnet Sings the sonnet Out of tune Across the river To a loon

Take it in Ocean pearl Sandy feet Salty skin Running back and forth Feel the sun Burning down Ride it in Take me out again

I don’t know, I don’t know My ideas run like FLOW Why these things come out my head? These things for long have been dead, The water ran so quickly then, And to life they come once again!

Working hard to make the cash  Afternoon with a little hash  Kitchen table once again  Comes in handy now and then  Recording time in a note  Keeps me high so I can float

I remember when I was a kid and someone saying to my mother, “she’s gonna grow up and write a book about you if you’re not careful”. This book is about everything. All of me. I’m choosing today to finally put together my second book. I wrote my first book entitled JEANS, An Anthology of Poetry & Prose in 1996. It was co-written with a now distant friend and we published it ourselves at the age of 14. I figure that if I could do that at 14 then I can definitely do this now. I had taken time away from my writing for a period of approximately six years. Until, one day while sitting in on a friends class in university I began writing again. I was inspired. I was inspired by the room, the professor, and by the people around me whom I did not even know. It was as if I had been reborn and shed a new light on the world. It was back, never lost, I started writing again. Suddenly, I needed to express my thoughts. And so my pencil ran on paper twill and I just couldnt stop it. I have spent the last few years composing this compilation of my work. I have traveled, and matured greatly over the last few years, which has brought out some truly passionate writing. This book is a collection of short stories, poetry, and prose, which are all original works of art by me. I hope that you can enjoy this book and share it with friends the way that I have shared it with you.