Quite a tangle is a foot, In the angle at the meddling Melody of soot, That in territory of trouble […]


Quite a tangle is a foot, In the angle at the meddling Melody of soot, That in territory of trouble […]

Clutching to the seconds, The guide of when Went back to then, And so in everything All was but bent, […]

Finally, there is understanding, Of where it is And who we are in this standing, And in another then And […]

As weakness feels sure, The strength drenched In trenches, Is of angles And of Greeting anger As a lure.

Ask and the disheveled talk, Then the grey historic will be making, And again expressively mistaking, That who has then […]

I admit I was skeptical, Of the daily spectacle But after every hemisphere, Of a day On the risk of […]

Forward of Their hand, Welcoming a Question mark Is what is ours, To understand.
I posted a poem and drawing from 2015 about refugees on my facebook page as one does, and […]

So that when it burned me, I never let it stop Because I was aching, To have a hole To […]

Giving away your feelings, Is easy in a thought And then they talk A lot.