Poetry

Recession

I’d cry if I could be sad, shout if I could be mad, expect something different if different wasn’t always the same. I’d sing a tearful song, hold a note just as long as I can hold a smile that means nothing to me or you. When the day comes ‘round light is no longer… Continue reading Recession

Poetry

Angels Don’t Speak

I had a vision of where I come from and in it I asked to see my soulmate but what was shown to me was only what I had already known There they were, all of them one in a striped shirt another wearing a white garment one’s silk dress playing with the wind and… Continue reading Angels Don’t Speak