Poetry

Memories

Gentle is the night swallowing gulls upon beaches, where they lay young while grass upon dunes reaches. A breeze whisping parting swirls of sand that rises upward then falls back to land. My eyes have beheld such glorious sights. Peaks… Read More ›

Empathetic Aims

Shallow is the grave that bears a hollow soul. Whom shall lay to rest a heart that was unconsoled? Duty demands decency; that of the gentle kind. We are but chaff and dirt, salted with fickle minds. Hands craft art… Read More ›