Something hit my big fishing rod and pulled it and the rod holder out of the sand. It looked like a rocket launcher. The rod went about 20…
Beating yourself up, to love others
a short poem
Something for nothingIt’s like getting paid for funAnd you work for free
Heart wants what it wants
My body has a lifeless soul. The skin is dry as fall foliage and the dryness is…
Strength is a perspective
Not the goal of a race,