Poem: Sixty A Day
Sixty A Day Already so used to the smell of tobacco at six I barely notice it permeate every surface of her house every hair on…
Poem and OctPoWriMo Update
First the poem; Symbiosis I'm pressing forward with questions and hours minutes and answer whatever you have I need and I will push for more. In…
Poetry: I Say
I say crying is good for you a release of endorphins your mind and body sorely needs. It's a lie. Crying hurts, his now more than…