Oh, to live a life such as this//Where our actions are mellifluous...
To Others, We Sing
Life in Poetic Prose
How do we know if we//Live in poetic prose...
Precipice Features
Not sure what's worse - that I should fold//Or that I not change any part of me...
Too Tired to Care
The sun's rays peek through the cracks around the curtainsAs I stretch, and I yawn, and I blink away the sleepLet the dogs out to do their business, breakfast... the same old thingsThen, steaming mug in hand and jazz in the background, I writeOr, at least, I tryBut I washed my hands before I cookedI... Continue Reading →
Neither am I Fruitless
I used to dream for endless hours...//And then suddenly, the dreams all stopped
Faith and Rhymes
I'm searching for some signs//Suggesting these are not the end times...
December Rose 