Rhymes Without Reason

Enveloped by the Comfort of Silence

The sky turns into shades of red from blue
with every passing moment and settles on a soapy orange…Read More

The Man With a Long, Crooked Nose

In a place and time that is immaterial,

Was born a child, among gasps of horror…Read More

Strings of Words

Few months ago,

I lost my way with words…Read More

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Maya Angelou

Woo-hoo! Thank you for encouraging a young writer.

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