Thoughts of mineSwirl and twirlFrom pen to ink it tapersBringing forth the flow…
It is not the ebony.The dark coral that I held in my hand burnished the areas dull upon prizing from the…
it is told in my village that love’smagic existsalways around all year long
The Radiance of the Truth is now blinding.My Yearning for Love has grown…
It’s five a.m. in November and the vixen’s crazy cry sets off the dog.For a while she barks…
The rain-soaked my clothes, I sat on the porch spinning the flower between my fingers. I…
Most are familiar with the American Dream. It is the ultimate goal for many to…