I’ve found a house,but it doesn’t mean that I’m home. There are walls.There is a roof.But they do not hold me. There are crackswhere air…
Poet & Storyteller
I’ve found a house,but it doesn’t mean that I’m home. There are walls.There is a roof.But they do not hold me. There are crackswhere air…
I was a roompainted tan, with a new ceiling fanin the heart of a houseno one stayed long enough to touch. Most of the time,I…
I sit watching the rain bounceand ricochet off rusted railing,soak multicolored roof shingles. I think about the rainand how it falls without hesitation. You don’t…
Home sweet home,Home sweet home.It sure feels good to behome again. Been away for so long,Almost forgot what cominghome feels like.Down the street, I’m almost…
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…