But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...
She didn't bother
with clutching a sign...
So confused by hatred preaching hatred, why
can we not love our brothers and sisters with...
It's painful when they are gone, a poem
As I sat in my garage along came our friend Tom...
Yes, I was bullied!
The things they said...
I loved a boy once
He broke my heart...
It is raining on his arthritic back.
Is this all a vetran can hope for, expect, for...
Seeds dive deep in sun-dried daydreams,
wizened, dried and decried, so it seems...
Flimsy shoe
stroke from below...
They say you shouldn't have a choice
To many that is silencing their voice...
What's to be told...?
a heart that fails with a tall-tale...
It's not yet winter and we're already hunting for...
if not cotton, and somehow, as sales seasons sneak...