The Christmas tree glows Left up long past Christmas day, My heart warm with joy.
By Elizabeth Johnson17 days ago in Poets
There were three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway leading out of our town. No one knew why there weren't more.
By Elizabeth Johnson5 months ago in Fiction
My hands grip the railing of the balcony as I overlook the Gatsby style party I’m throwing. People are happy. Laughing, drinking, splashing around in the pool.
The last notes of the sunset disappear behind the mountains as we sit in a calm silence. The calm before the storm.
By Elizabeth Johnson6 months ago in Fiction
My summer bucket list hangs in my room, decorated with sketches done in bright permanent markers. There are forty boxes and two are checked off: Learn to surf and Go to Panama.
