Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
All the leaves are falling now, Memories of summer spent with you, Who could say the moment's gone? What if we knew? The dance has taken us around,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
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,
The stars sing above me, Cold lights of eternity, And here I am on this globe, One small thought, But a breath in stillness,
By Jamye Sharp2 years ago in Poets
"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.
