Brown paper bags sitting in a corner There’s a lightly tap at the front door Silence is broken by the crunching of the bags Creaking of the old stairs The front door quietly shuts… The non terminating silence persists.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif