Fourteen
A moment of greatness is when one recognizes
his own identity. I was just a young boy,
barely fourteen years of age staring down at a blank
piece...
Alone In The Dark
I was a silly little boy sitting all along with nothing
but darkness staring back at me. Most little boys were
afraid of the dark; afraid...
He caught my attention
and stared back at me –
with beads of gray hair
(outlining his face)
and an emergence of wrinkles
(aging his grace.)
He had a cane...
Captured in admiration
between the study of fear and the tranquility
of fascination, I watch a flash mob of minds
scurry in different directions to beat time...
We must come to embrace our literary minds
as the great educators of life
because through the many roads we have traveled,
we have become the expression behind...
It was just me, warm beer, the phone and a clock as I sat there in the dark spotlights of loneliness.
A Friday night and I was sitting alone staring off into...
There are no experts in the world of expression.
We all read and interpret for different reasons. As observers we challenge with opinion and gain knowledge...
