Nightfall sweeps across the sky,the day has past once more. I listen to the creatures stir,outside my own front door. I sit and gaze at silhouettes, of hills that loom afar. Their black […]
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The Impartation
A poem dedicated to my storyteller… always in my heart I once met a fella, an old storyteller, who told me the key to success. He breathed in my […]
Me at Fifty
Me at Fifty I looked in the mirror and what did I see? Some half-century bloke staring right back at me. I prodded and poked at the deep laughter […]