Disclaimer... This poem is in no way designed to condone or excuse the behaviour of the Circleville Writer. By writing this poem I do not accept that ..
Call me the colour green, as I am leafthat leaps and trusts natures breathWe are all in a free fall, of sorts, rushing madlyto the groundTo be trod up..
I'd never seen the vile nature of violence.In my troubled little town I guess it wasstill quite abstract; that's not to detractfrom the problems back ..
What is man but heart and gutter?Reaching out to be run over.What is man but the calm faceof the cliffs looking out at the frenzied sea?Scarred and ma..
"How many lives do you think we have to live?"It was one of those nights. They were indulging in their particular style of conversation. The city off ..
April clarity is evasiveHail hitting pitiful pavementsA rather sorrowful spring thus farLapses in the weatherWonder whether my moodfollows blazing blu..
Hey,If I could write you a letter, I'd be letting you know a little something.See I'd start by commending your generous heart and how it knowspatience..