Scraps of paper
scribbled upon,
old buttons
purple stones
the most precious,
a wilted dandelion
found in my blue jeans
jacket pocket,
Gifts
from my favorite
four-year old.
I like to write mysteries because I like to read mystery stories. It all began with the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene when I was a pre-teen in the 1950s. I have four published novels, poetry and short stories.
In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...
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