Do we have to dance with madness in order to create? I have enjoyed...
poem
The scissor cuts deep and so does the “I love you.” The paper splits...
I’m afraid to die, I cannot lie. I might as well give up and...
In the river of time our lives drift by, Flowing forward under the changing...
At the age of five I watched her tiptoe to my neighbors house, Lured...
In shadows deep, where secrets lie, A tale unfolds, beneath the sky. No tone...
