I know I should live in the country, but I fear
for my soul overstretching. It might bloat in the...
If I could delve into my past and change the way I...
I would have smiled more...
A hearse rolls by on this darkest of days,
Its slow wheels barely disturb the puddles as I...
Tears turn to Fire.
Grief to Power...
A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...
I write by the light of the moon
where I find the most comfort...
One day those broken skies
Dripped raindrops from their eyes...
Have you noticed the green of the grass?
How it suffers through the seasons...
In our wokeness,
may we enjoy life...
I watch you from a distance
sipping reddish juice...
That's the appealing thing about speech
It's a billboard of open space...
One must remain hopeful
In a world full of greed...