In the Mystic Orchard, beneath the sun’s Golden gleam,

Lived two apple siblings, a brother-sister team.

Phoebe and Phillip, with peelss so bright,

Their hearts full of love, their spirits light.

One day to the orchard, a new fruit came,

A banana bright and yellow, Billy was his name.

But Johnny Appleseed, with a heart so cruel,

Bullied poor Billy, made him feel like a fool.

"Your peel's too lo...

Peter’s mother told him not to wander out of her sight

One day Peter saw a butterfly

Dancing

Enchanting

Enticing him with it’s smile spread on it’s back

Peter snuck out of the house to inspect it further

He went way out in the field

Until he could not see the house anymore

While he was running his foot catches on uneven ground

He falls and fills the air with silent screams

The last thing h...

Did you hear the one about the hare and the tortoise?

Is it a lesson in perseverance?

Slow and steady leads to success

Haste always leads to failure

The braggadocio get their comeuppance

Fables are another word lies

The lesson is

Hares are bigger brawny bunnies

And no one knows the difference between a tortoise and a turtle

And the only truth is lies well told with characters familiar yet exoti...

The shelves lining the library are full of so many different books. Books of different colors, different shapes, and sizes.

Each individual book has its own unique structure and personality, each is loved by different people and has changed many lives.

Some books tell funny stories while others tell of our history, yet they all have their own place and meaning.

If we treated each other in the sam...

A young maiden

no more than ten

had cooked up quite a fable

She phoned her gran

up in Spokane

who said, "Come when you're able!"

An aeronaut

the girl was not

though she did catch a flight

While dressed in red

upon her head

a hood sat cinched real tight

She landed safe

but at the gate

the girl was swiftly cautioned

"Be careful, lassie

the world has baddies

and you're too young for coffins"

...

The wolf who cries,

Is a wolf who thrives.

Small, but hungry.

Calculated, yet naive.

Warm to the touch,

But cold to the bone.

He who cries

Has you wrapped around their finger.

Like a snake coils the very ground below her soul.

The wolf who cries,

Is a wolf who climbs

And never comes back down....

The dog

Returns to its vomit

Only to get sick again

The dog

With a new name and family

Lives a new life...

Wolf he cried

And soon did he regret

Because he had just lied

And his friends wouldn’t be content...

“I told you so”

Is never the right thing to say

And it will come back at you

With fierce indigestion

That burns and reeks and lingers

And gives you bad dreams

That wake you in tremors

The regret perched on your chest

An oversized inky crow

Beak pecking your face and neck

Watch your back

The urge to gloats sneaks behind

And infects you, seeing beneath

Your weak porous skin

A bubbling foul potio...

Together they start

They get the same chance

The tortoise was slow

And the hare—pretty fast

The tortoise is humble

The hare—he’s too proud

In fact he decided

‘Eh I’ll lay down’

The tortoise walked past him

So quiet, so slow

Then the hare woke and thought

‘He’s at the end of the road!’

He ran and he ran

But he couldn’t catch up

Next thing he knows

The tortoise was done!

Humiliated and defeated...