We can tell our own story of evolution
Great Wanderer and lover of art,
I spent a lifetime and admirer of that sweet lyre,
She thought she knew what she held,smooth as alabasterheavy and dense,coiled in…
A Short Poem
Sheriff, marshal your men,We’re sending them out to clean,We expect it to sheen, A place…
I know there is no ownership Of inspiration One cannot keep the wind in their hairOr trap a goddess On…
The bleeding of the day is this: the sky opensthe sun rises, and a day is anew. Or…
The sound of seagulls echoes across the billowy sea