As a child, I would try to make people laugh. I was known as the practical…
The Earth trembles madEvery tribe, tongue, and nationKneel before God’s will
Summer is perfect,
Winter’s icy touch complains,
Nature has no fault.
Dear sons,
4-eyes, his whiskey-soaked words stagger into the boxing arena, to report on the fight,
Finding Hope in Letting Go
She stood at the window watching the rain pour down like her own tears. The black…