Surrounded by words But I find myself speechless Surrounded by air But I don't have what it takes to breathe In, out, in, forget it I could write every step to the perfect mess In, out, in, forget it I got hooked and now there's a hole in the heart on my sleeve Remind... Continue Reading →
The Piper’s Flue – The Aught (so far)
The following is the folding story "The Piper's Flute" as it has been written so far. It is turning out to be my favorite tale being constructed by The Community. Please read and consider adding a few lines to the tales being told in The Aught or The Naught. SayerTeller: The rain began to poor... Continue Reading →
When I Was But a Child
I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →
December Rose 