My soul genuflectsI find myself examiningAll the pieces of “yes” and “No”“Ok” and “maybe”“I think it might be better”…
When Billie Joe leapt,when he left everyone on Choctaw Ridge,I didn’t try to…
Futures form as babes in the womb,commonplace is the man edited only to find the mystery of living and being,as fields of wild…
Be careful as you tread deeper, into a world unfamiliar with differencebut…
Thank you forMy past, my present, and my future,The good and the bad.