I want to build a home with youa place pieced together of words,passed from you to me. Eventually, the walls will breathe,and they, too, will…
Poet & Storyteller
I want to build a home with youa place pieced together of words,passed from you to me. Eventually, the walls will breathe,and they, too, will…
I found a dream in her voiceone many will never see; Too busy sleeping,the alarm still hours away. I lay still in the sound of…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…
The pen scrapes on the paper.I outline the way you make me feela single line, followed by another.Soon, they connect in a shaded silhouette. This…
There are many roads we face in this thing called life.Some take us to heights unparalleled.Some are lined with precious stones—pebbles that glimmer like the…