Page by page, how it bends and folds…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand [poem #73]
The wind whispers across the night…
Free Hand [poem #72]
Moments that bleed out.
9/11: A Day of Remembrance
Every year on this day America remembers the loss that we experienced on September 11th, 2001. A day that changed America dramatically. Even though I am young, I still remember that day and my own memories and experiences on that day still vividly remain with me. There are no words that can accurately describe the…
Free Hand #71
Words that drip off the lips and fall to the ground. They dry up and disappear in the air. The blood that drips off the lips and falls to the ground. Stains. If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return…