Cut Roses

I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave

Ghoulish For Dinner

"RUN AWAY!" yelled Rachel, holding onto a blanket with one hand and her porcelain doll in the other. "It's going to get us! It's going to get us!" She sped right by Jonathan and Steven, out the door, and into the woods. "AH!" Jonathan and Steven screamed in unison and followed her along the muddy... Continue Reading →

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Ponderings of a Probation Officer

The tales of juvenile probation are sometimes splendid and sometimes melancholy. This is where I have decided to dump/cope with my reflections.

T. Shaw

She writes what she speaks.