I wake,Writhing against invisible bonds.Whispered screamsEcho down the empty caverns of…
a poem
Not yet deadThe demonWrithesOn the page
Let us begin. Our goal is toDiscover the linchpinThe block, that once removed,Will enable you to…
Show me your truthNot the actNot the social constructNot the placation towards the norm
It had been more than a year and I missed it dearly. Thanks to a river trip gifted to me for Mother’s Day by my…