Yesterday, he came to me as the five-year-old little boy in a sixty-year-old man’s body, insecure, and lonely. […]
Poet
a creator of written verse. a visual artist who expresses through imaginative expression.
When the sun sets behind the horizon, why is it we forget that we are allowed to disappear […]
When we allow the genuineness of ourselves to reside outside of our soul. Only then are we real. […]
They say poetry should be about things you don’t want know one to know. So here I go. […]
Many colorful balloons in the sky of a new dawn, And my thoughts drift being swept away in […]
The opening doesn’t have to be huge. If you tilt your head, the view is immense. And one […]
I love that moment, when the joy of my soul turns into sunshine and I smile. Spontaneous | […]
A smile an isolated restraint. An emotional face lift to disguise the skeletons that rise through the tears, […]
Somewhere beyond the next mountaintop, I find the radiance of the sun. Oh, how it reminds me of […]
That night…she found herself in the rippling current of despair. An argument with her daughter. An analogy of […]