Writing

A poem for the homeless, and reaching out to them.

The skies tremble, and the earth beneath my feet faces its own apprehension about the coming dawn. You left us not so long ago, left the rag of us ..

Pure beauty the whole picture

the rags that served as eumira’s clothes cracked as she moved, the dried blood flaking off in clumps. lillian wondered what all the girl had bee..

parking lot, heat, empty daze, cold ambush, spontaneity and lack of inspired In the spirit of the blues.

They said that The Grange was a haunted house,I said, ‘you’re having me on!’But no, they said, ‘he’s back from the dead,..

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