Various tax forms litter my desk in neat piles. It’s my least favorite time of year—tax season. Every year, the forms change. My eyes are weary and my head is numb. It’s been a Monday. I’m finished with this day. Outside my window, night settles. half-moon smiles velvet streets blossom in shadows © Colleen M.Continue reading “Tax Season Blues, haibun”
Crafting Magic through Prose & Poetry
Colleen M. Chesebro 