I love how there is much to choosewhen it then comes time to infuselet the ink seep in ever deepshare these secrets that I keep Pen a little poem in the nightin the hope that it turns out rightthat my...

I had been sober forawhile and was getting thatitch to drink.I couldn't recall thedegradation and misery ofthe last drunk, a few monthsearlier.It was spring, and I was standingoutside of the flophouse, I wasstaying at.Just then, a big sunflower ofa...

Come to me,in that long stride and sway of your walkwhich incites anticipation.Your eyes though reach me first –Oh, the intensity of your gaze.Such concentration of powerand compassion within those pearly eyes,I cannot help but be stunned and awed.Come...