Snow and Solitude
Snow dropped by the other day Paraded down the street Grandly swayed, a bright ballet Both powerful and meek Colorless, a vibrant mess Lighting all the roads Where folks, well-dressed Recess, de-stress, live out...
Tagged: poem 17
Winter Days
when the tree stands up it brings the past, forgotten thoughts, twilight and the night. it makes me feel the lost of the ones that left forever. when the lights go on like tears...
Formerly, Where Guns Blaze
Gushing out the mores of time, place differ from names that stick inside waxed jaws in the heat of things revenge and sex seem to be linked not joined the rest inside the booth...
After Survival
Truth resides in their universe – and canonical precedents. I’m with out. In mine, the gritty cut of obstinance – bitter, wakeful distrust poking hollows in murk. I walk a century of others –...
