Jewels
PoetryShiny little objects left on a sill. A pair of iridescent earrings and a delicate necklace. “I don’t know if...
Night Terror
Expats, PoetryThe Dream has left me feeling Wretched and afraid ~ and so Alone it feels as though I’ve Never even had a friend
The Commute
PoetryPhoto Credit: xploited for freewallpaper4me.com Tin can, packed to brimming, On and off, the fish are swimming. Stop into...





Lead Us On! An Update of a Civil Rights Anthem 

