Mortality stalks me like a doe in the forest searching for 'mother' A flash - a glance not quite there- but there hidden among the trees When I move- it moves mirroring my steps so near - so far edging... Continue Reading →
He writes to Create illusions Illusions that rest in the mind If you focus and read the words You, yourself you'll find Hidden deftly between the lines With careful artistry Does he weave his tales Like intricate tapestry A magic... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 