Sometimes I think about the cruelty you went through What purpose was given to you from high above How is it that a child can be brought to this world Unwanted, neglected, malnourished and unloved   But when you said how the market ladies...

Oats Sown On a Wild ShoreJim could no more circumscribe the reflection of forever in her eyes than circumnavigate the infinite sea on which they sail.  Her eyes have the blue fire of a habitable planet which beckons across the...

     “His creations of fabric were from a time long ago lostWith a lifetime of memories that demanded a terrible cost,     “Some with wonderful pleasure-others blacker than the nightBut to Jim Hallow his clothing were neither wrong...