my verse Of The Broken Mugged Man 18 Feb 201818 Feb 2018 Broken china cup pieces, Litter the kitchen floor, I am awake picking up the shards, A fragment of a red red heart, Broken, Just like mine, Losing words and…
Defining Moments… Of Why I Write 5 Jan 2018 I am genetically engineered to write, My genes are punctuated with metaphors, And an irresistible need to write.. I am writer, It's not what I do, It is who I…
my verse Of The Silent Treatment 4 Jul 2016 She was Stubborn, He was Patient, Or maybe he was Obstinate, And she was Persistent; Yet back to back they sat, And neither said a word, Only silence, An invisible…
Becoming The Muse 