Messing about in words by Kent Parkstreet Short sketches of stories and scenes, like a colouring in book, just the outlines.
She didn’t have kids,
So when I die
My last words
Will be the last time
Anyone
Says her name.
Parkstreet
Ko-fi
The Summer of Love,
Or as it was known
In my family,
The Summer We Bought The Fondue Kit,
Was ending
As I was born,
But in winter,
In the wrong hemisphere
And the wrong house.