A Lightbulb MomentA small scratch within a deep, worn, already ancient canyon,Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
The Tinking Clatter of ThoughtI don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be.Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
In Sadness, In Sorrows, In smilesToday, we walked together in the gardens of spring for one last time,Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
The OppressedHe is little more than an ostensible speck against the brilliant backdrop of blue.Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Encased with the decaying confines of father time,I swing to a rhythmic monotony, clutching at the barest of threads,Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021