Song of Mercy Writing

Surviving the Fear

A sweet moment with my son

Each stanza represents one of the kids, the last is about my feelings for them.

Free Form. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote.

I crawl the dumpster, Looking for offerings, Looking for sustenance, Looking, I crawl in the night. I crawl for I am an outcast, I am a sparr..

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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Wind blowing, Trees blowing, Trees flying, Everything flying, Glass breaking, Docks breaking, Waterspouts coming, The ocean is coming.

Leave! Give me peace, why lift my idol fronds? I cry for this entropy brings me closer to my wish. See, all my flowers have died and I will foll..

Thoughts on friendship

A poem about those in the Cafe

Poetic prose of the loss of my entire family

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