Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
“When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...
Can you play the memory game?
Who was wrong...
I knew this was what I wanted,
Though your heart seems broken...
In your eyes,
I have seen the ridge on the surface of the moon...
This is in honor of a woman
that never complained...
During this time of the year
There is joy that fills the air...
Mardi Gras
The floats rumble...
Not a day goes by
without my mind whistling...
Holiness
It's just a feeling of fulfilment...
Mr. James Dean,
always there...
Take a chance
And roll the dice...
I let my worries fall into water
my body leaning against my favorite tree...