When I was young, and stupid, cocksure yet ignorant beyond the meaning of the word, I put my oar in the water and knew with certainty that I could paddle against the current. I was its master.
Published 28 February 2020
Tag: poetry
Published 29 December 2018
Crosshatch
We had a good talk today.
Published 28 December 2018
Carved Face
I paused for a moment To look at the carved face And it gave me a chance To hear my own heartbeat The trees and…
Published 28 December 2018
A Waiting
Waiting for life to show you the path Is waiting for disappointment It is not our lot to push, to labor, to force Yet neither…
Published 07 December 2018
Be You
Don’t forget that the things we tend to be most defensive or insecure about those real, raw, unfiltered authentic expressions are the very things those…