Number 10: A Poem

  I am walking home.   Strange that this place This huge city with its Screaming sirens And constant thrum of activity Has come to be that place called "home."   I watch as my feet cover the distance Between here - where I am And there - where I will be, Step by step... Continue Reading →

Number 8: A Poem

It would be nice if time was allotted to prepare for the end of a world.   If you had time, you'd pack a backpack With your toughness and durability, And an assortment of comforting snacks. You would take time to put on your armor To strap your empathy and also your suspicion to your... Continue Reading →

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