Do we have to dance with madness in order to create? I have enjoyed...
Poetry Corner
I did not seek it, my draft board selected me. I did not want...
Memories resemble those falling leaves of autumn, Fading away in vivid mahogany. Auburn scattered...
The scissor cuts deep and so does the “I love you.” The paper splits...
They’re here for just a short time, Long enough to recite their lines. ~Poetic...
I’m scared to live, I’m scared to breathe. I’m scared to give, I’m scared...
