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.
to leave everything behind that i’ve once seen and forever seen as home my life has always seen constants of change i’m scared of change…
You know how someone starts to tell a story and they yammer on endlessly and you wonder if they will ever get to the point?…