. . . Why are my writings not being read?
I am pouring out my heart and soul almost daily on Medium. Why are my writings…
We become what we behold. We shape…
I watch men wear the frailtyof my next thirty years,skin thin as rainbows,steps prescribed.
Gathered into the watching
You got to die
A poem about transformation
Sweet sorrowI bid you farewellMaybe it’s time we part ways