One day I flew away And what did I see? Lamp posts plastered with election manifestos Crisping at the edges…
In shadows deep where doubts reside We feel the ache, we think with pride A dance of light and dark…
We are travelers on one spinning shore, Carved from clay by the same unseen hand. No crown was placed on…
Oh, dinky Mapwing butterfly, Fluttering through the black thorn rose bushes, Your wings tattered and frayed. How beautifully browned dried…
Read Chapter #1: The Man Who Died I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick. That lasted for…
I returned from the City about three o’clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life. I had been…
A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The…
I remember the days When I was young and full of life, Looking forward to early mornings. I used to…