Entry #1 In the sand your line is drawn Soul has been defined When you look back will you be ashamed Which side of history…
ShAtTeReD gLaSs, broken, worthless,meant for discard, Shards, ohhhhh the broken shards,unrecognizable, splintered shards. Prickly slivers graze and stab. Pain, ohhhhh the crazy, wicked pain,unbearable, unshakable…
by Christal Casey-Moore Story behind the song: I wrote Dad’s Song a while back. This song came about because I jokingly told my mom I…
A Poem by Jim Hughes I stand alone on a sleepless night hoping ideas will form and take flight Struggling with which words to write…
Well I’m a definite work in progress right now…I can’t bring myself to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard…12 day drought on writing…
A couple of years ago, I discovered I could see energy. I wasn’t even looking for it. Now I play with it.