a blowing wind swirls endlessly in perfect harmony with the rhythm of our repeated sins an unrelenting rain…
A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…
We make our moves in mysterious ways We’d rather burn up than stick to the shade Not of…
Dragons do not only exist in fairy tales. Dragons are real and they exist. Dragons can be beaten….
Life does not begin in a year from now, in an hour, or even a minute from now….
As I walked into the room, my fear and apprehension covered me like an invisible cloak. Heads turned…
