Deep roots: the shovel cuts the soft roots, deep roots, it circles the earth, Its Roots hold the ground in place, The universe turns at a slow rate. The foundation […]
Poetry
Autumn in the City
Autumn in the City The Crisp air bites my fingers,I feel the long, cold nights,friends feel far and near,It lingers the darkness weighs you down. I walk strange streets with […]
Poetry
Transitions
I cannot tell you what tomorrow brings Please Subscribe for regular updates on blog posts!
Poetry - Words
David and Goliath
His arms were like toothpicks and his hands were so soft, His brothers mock him, what a little ladies’ man. David throws back his narrow, boyish shoulders and flashes a […]