The fields of tomorrow
I once sat with, a paper blank...
Reminiscing
Someone said...
There is this one frame
That hangs on a wall...
Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...
A Good Day
This morning I woke up to say...
At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...
There are three runners, in this race
And I am starting, in third place...
A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...
People pushed you down.
They are laughing but you aren’t the clown...
Crisp snowflakes twirl like dancers
Two turtle doves in the tall oak tree smiling at...
Preface
Sometimes we stumble upon triggers, which remind...
I hate her so much
I'm so sorry...