Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – How Many
Each day rolls into the next nothing has changed except the distance between the smile and the struggle...
Poem – Coffee and Cigarettes
From a series of poems and prose about Joline Cigarette smoke settles between us a soft crackle with...
Poem – Coffee and Cigarettes
From a series of poems and prose about Joline Cigarette smoke settles between us a soft crackle with...
Art, passion, need
As I shrug off the last remnants of the latest migraine, I wonder about why some people are...