Just Come Home
Spoken Word Every day it seemed as if a body Felt neither here nor there Gradient, up; roads bare Gradient, down; city streets Blinking the crosshairs of “no vacancy” We need you another...
Tagged: poem 77
The School Bus of Life
Poem Seeing all the tired people On their small smartphones Never feeling that they are Alone in their bones Crowded morning looking sunny Light is moving sweet and bright Hoping that their Tuesday...
On Writing
Spoken Word I couldn’t get you off my mind today so instead I just Unleashed my strain of consciousness upon this Webpage which is hardly the same grand gesture as a Hand-written note...
