Horses and Sunshine

I began to write poems when I was a child. Late at night, in bed, alone with my pen.

My mother and her partner would drunkenly fight and I would write about horses and sunshine.

-Mandy Ricks

Sun and Rain

Is it the rain that makes me sad or is it the ache of emptiness that once was you?

Perhaps I just need to wait for the sun to return and warm my thoughts.

-Mandy Ricks