Recently, I wrote about a lesser known truth that I write poetry - when I was young on scraps of paper - now that I am older, and have the means to database these words in message for all posterity, I do it here.
( Published Wednesday, June 28th, 2017 @ 3:42 pm )]]> The spirits draft within a mist upon the river's plane.
( Published Tuesday, March 1st, 2016 @ 6:45 pm )]]> Time is like a rutted road; dives deeper into depth.
( Published Monday, February 29th, 2016 @ 1:32 pm )]]> So, I have shown you one poem, now I am showing a second. I wrote this one on a Sunday afternoon, just as I wrote this last one, but, I have no intentions to put melody to this one, however, that could always change.
( Published Wednesday, January 13th, 2016 @ 2:41 am )]]>