Posted on May 7, 2016 / Poetry Birds in Flight How a bird remembers the mapped travel, It truly is a marvel of a thing, We journey, so lost, on the gravel, If only we could fly under the wing. For mere men, such an archaic dream, That no tin creation can replicate,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on May 7, 2016 / Poetry Nameless : Such deep sadness does not belong to me, If I ne’er do pen my name to the page, As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree. : All character sans names are absentee, No feeling or person can lock my cage,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
