No one likes to hear complaints. Sometimes, I just want to bellyache to my friends but what I get instead is: So? [Insert Name] has it much worse than you.
No, I’m not a starving Ethiopian child. But sometimes, I still feel as lonely as one.
Author: redgladiola
Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com
Model-T
Today, I saw Santa driving down Adams Street in a black Model-T. Apparently, he’s running a side-operation called Long Hill Carpentry.
Harpsichord
I hate the sound of the harpsichord: brittle glass spider legs creeping over my skin.
RED GLADIOLA 