Seeds dive deep in sun-dried daydreams,
wizened, dried and decried, so it seems...
It is raining on his arthritic back.
Is this all a vetran can hope for, expect, for...
Yes, I was bullied!
The things they said...
It's painful when they are gone, a poem
As I sat in my garage along came our friend Tom...
So confused by hatred preaching hatred, why
can we not love our brothers and sisters with...
She didn't bother
with clutching a sign...
But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...
The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...
The spring fever died reluctantly
Drowned by the New York rain as the city spat out...
He sees the way their eyes
flick towards him, before quickly...
When we take the best from a tragic situation
we can often have a sense of reconciliation...
You are my mother that's what I know
But I thought you were here to watch me grow...