She didn’t have kids,
So when I die
My last words
Will be the last time
Anyone
Says her name.
Parkstreet
Messing about in words by Kent Parkstreet Short sketches of stories and scenes, like a colouring in book, just the outlines. “People want to find a meaning in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age . . . “ Pablo Picasso
She didn’t have kids,
So when I die
My last words
Will be the last time
Anyone
Says her name.
Parkstreet
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.
Parkstreet