It's the fifth anniversary and we've still not...
About the neighbors, loved ones, and children we...

Though my hips be wide
perhaps they have birthed a genius...

Three minutes to one o'clock,
wisps of air stab through solar rays...

A realm of hell within our minds doth teach
Places that even the darkness cannot reach...

To refute
allegations...

A St. Andrews cross that bore thirteen stars
Pride and Heritage, written in memoirs...

The Locket
I found a wooden box way back in mama's closet...

At the foot of the mountain there is a special...
Surrounded by the pines and set back out the way...

Heavens gates have opened yet again,
Welcoming a Dad, a Poppa, and a friend...

Barbed wires and chain link fence
Pace the walls in self defense...

There is a tell tell sign,
That lies upon his hand...

Through the years
Now for more than thirty years...