White Page

Is it a click, or a tap, the scratch of pen a distant memory, but the hand is still the same. Yet different, aged, changed, scars remind of youthful pain that has turned into an adult. But the page is still the same; the only one who listens to cries that flowed out of fingertips … Continue reading White Page


Forgotten Project #4: Unfinished poem

Shine a light on the travesty of men, creatures willing to break each other for an end that means so little in a world that forgets, existence is temporary disease. So we mutter and mumble excuses to please waiting ears that refuse to see tragedy and circumstance that could cause unease for a moment, no … Continue reading Forgotten Project #4: Unfinished poem