Having fallen trying to fix
what isn't broken
but what is,
I pound my fists on the high well walls
of monotony.
Dragging bloody knuckles
across this cold keyboard,
I pray
for angels to turn pain
into poetry.
Benefits of Staying at Home...
Since last Tuesday (3/17/20), I have been fortunate enough to be working, playing and staying sequestered at home. With Greg being among the...
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In this age of chasing nickels around dollar bills, opinions are ten a penny. The intentionally ignorant, not realizing speech is silver ...
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