For a while
embrace...
Somber sweet
December breeze...
Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
“When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...
Can you play the memory game?
Who was wrong...
I knew this was what I wanted,
Though your heart seems broken...
In your eyes,
I have seen the ridge on the surface of the moon...
This is in honor of a woman
that never complained...
During this time of the year
There is joy that fills the air...
Mardi Gras
The floats rumble...
Not a day goes by
without my mind whistling...
Holiness
It's just a feeling of fulfilment...
Mr. James Dean,
always there...