Time moves faster than thought, though made of the same stuff. But thought, like eyes, blinks while time moves like...
We have arrived in the mid-autumn time, We remember our dead, With both their lives re-lit in lights sublime And...
By default, we do fear fear itself. And the fear, is not nothing. It is the walls of home Becoming...
The woman down the road Had a grandson my age, And another in my brother’s grade. The three boys of...
It was not death which scared me most when my work was in the nursing home. Death is a final...
A poem about growing up and facing fears.
Way up in the mountains, Past the point of fatigue, Between inertia and determination Sore feet find their rhythm, And...
Say her name. Charleena. Say her name. Charleena. Say her name. Charleena. Say her name. Charleena. I don’t think her...