Poems & Blog

Freedom is hearing the sound of your voice when there is no one there Freedom is allowing the breeze to play in tangled hair Freedom is...

The peace is so quiet that i am not here the quiet so still i am the intruder in my own space ~

Let the waft of April winds spin hovering above dazed habitual feet When the eye flutters in dazzling color both above and below and...

A fog horn calls from a distance over caving gravel road tarred with oil stained rings. A faraway morning bird sings the song of...

Yesterday... as fleeting as a yawn A memory harboring emotion as if it were today A promise with limits sometimes chains attached So if...