I heard coyotes sing the day you diedlong and mournful like my thoughtsof your friendship and your laughterof shared journeys in a tiny townand journeys in different times
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
An Ocean of Silence
What if the ocean ran silent,no lapping waves slappingagainst encrusted logs,no humpback songechoing deep downbeyond the sunightin a place we have only seenon National Geographic? What if the
Poetry
Fire and Rain
Childhood ended in fire and rainlong endless Summerslazing between logsand salty raftlaughing with friendsas we racedpell melltowards teenagerhoodwithout a careand many hopesliving momentsthat stretched foreverinto years awayfrom the