I daily traverse
a flat terrain of logic...
So this is all that's left of it,
A cold and deserted fish bowl...
Women are a special kind
Acting differently in most...
**This poem was a club challenge in which we had...
Occasionally I question how others view the world...
I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...
(For Syria)
I find a way...
Take time to think
for even a mad man thinks as he...
''It's not the ghosts of the dead that hunt places...
In the middle
of a field so green...
Robust,
where the looks in your eyes...
Where is the Justice?
What's wrong with this justice system...
I have cried and wept,
believed and had faith...