oh how i seem to have lost myself, in her gaze as oh i find her, in a cute sweater; spectacled and oh i knew, that oh i wanted to be the only reflection, that she forms in her oh so lovely eyes. oh how i could see, patches of light, in her eyes wishing […]
via the spectacled one — …
Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
View all posts by Phil Slattery