It’s a short piece of road full of pictures. I can’t travel it without recalling the masterly strokes of the school on my boyhood imagination. The road winds its way …
I’m backing across the threshold of New Year Heart restless and empty with fear Your prayer filled blessings are echoing still In my ear, on the phone, be it God’s …
You spent hard days in that place, A house with two driveways and no exit. Our minds bound by bandages and buckles Reaching for an easy way of forgetting. Our …