It is 6:04 in the morning, on August 9th 2004I am freshly showered and impatiently waiting,for the ceremony to begin.I don't remember another time whe..
It starts out dripping off the house,onto a forgotten old planter.Then you see it bouncing a foot off the road.It washes away the sand that the plow h..
I wrote this poem when a schoolmate/ Acquaintance was tragically ripped from our lives in an auto accident. I was not very close to her but it really ..