The Island “Land Ho” one of the mates called as they came close to the island that Sir Hooker. Darrius's great-grandfather put in his notes. Darrius went to Vivian’s door to inform her that her self-imposed exile had come to an...

Poet’s Way Memorizin poems – Chasin inspiration The life of a poet Cold bold graves absorbing heat waves Visions of the light of day Where the light of the sun, helped me Find my way -Every day, the animals come out to...

I am the collectorI collect shiny things,  beautiful things,broken things,things that can never be repairedI am the collectorI am your saviorI hold you when you need to be heldThen, when we are doneI will place you on my shelf I am...

102 degrees does not rival what your eyes convey Trickle of sweat Parched mouth Labored breathing One more thing will sinch my demise “Baby…I miss that mouth.” I’m a puddle.