The Washing Machine I complain about the laundry more than my dirty clothes deserve. It’s a matter of functionality to…
Browsing: Poetry
If I Should Die If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should…
Gold Dust Tonic I think I should feel happy, Because I finally got my way. I can worship my Golden…
Washington On the 22nd of February In 1732 The father of our life was born With traits that were noble…
1927 Revolution virgin-pure Covered now in filthy sores, I wonder what he’d think of this: The paradox of class and…
The Godliest Hour In the cool darkness before the dawn when the stars shine brightest against a dark blue night,…
Passionate Love: In Memory of C.J. A woman of a thousand smiles and merriment and cheer. Yet infinite tears flow…
Part One: Life VI IF I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I…
F-16s I heard the roar of F-16s Cross the city overhead, Sentries high on kerosene Who on their airy pickets…
Where Can Your Hiding Be? Dark Night of the Soul II Part One BRIDE Where is your hiding place? Beloved, you’ve…